Short Spicy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Heat had already pooled low in my stomach as I wrapped my hand around his shoulder. “All the sinful things, mama.” He replied, pressing his other hand into my ass. “Hope you're ready for something crazy.” I nodded and his lips crashed against mine in a heated kiss.

I turn around to give Damien my answer when his mouth is suddenly on mine, my breast smushed against his bare chest. Horny and needy, I wrap my arms around his neck and take what he gives, his tongue is hot and rough against mine, his kiss is sensual and deep, packed with desire and passion that we had both playing around ever since he got into college. Damien's big hands grabs handful of my ass and squeezes it, pulling me closer against his cock, so I can feel the hot and hard member. “Hmm…Damien…” I moan into the kiss, driving my hips forward to take more of his hot cock.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

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I asked against her lips, a string of saliva connecting our lips together and she smiled. “You're mine. Understood? All mine. I'm not sharing you with anyone, ever again.” I muttered softly, connecting our foreheads and she nodded in agreement. Then I kissed her again, passionately while she returned the kiss with the same passion, her hands lacing through my hair as she moaned softly. I was devastatingly hard again. But how could I not be when I had a goddess like Lena sitting on my fucking dick?

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

When he finds the spot that makes my knees buckle, I cry out. “Ahhhh..” “There it is,” he praises. “Moan for me, baby. Let me hear how much you love it.” “Ahh….Jax….oh God—” His second finger joins the first one, scissoring carefully, stretching me open. It burns in the best way. He works me for what feels like forever in slow thrusts, curling, rubbing that spot until I’m shaking and begging. “Please.I need you inside me….please—”