Spice Romance Novels & Stories

The dining hall was simmering with the vibrant colors of the dishes that had been served. The aroma of spices, grilled meats, and fresh herbs filled the room, making Alpha Enzo's mouth water in anticipation. He sat across from Alpha Adnan, watching as the older man enjoyed his meal with gusto. In the background was Adnan’s orchestra, playing on a universally-acknowledged chef d’oeuvre. "Your cooks are truly gifted, Adnan," Enzo said, taking a sip of his wine. Everything about the Pack felt so different and foreign even though they were both Lycans. "I have never tasted such exquisite food."

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

"I'm just taking my time. I want to savor every inch of you." With that, he dipped his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She cried out, her hips bucking, her hands fisting in the sheets. He took his time, licking and sucking, tasting every inch of her, worshipping her with his mouth. Ellie was writhing beneath him, her moans and whimpers filling the room. She was mindless with pleasure, lost to everything but the feel of Spencer's mouth on her. He brought her to the edge again and again, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving her teetering on the precipice.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

"Here, eat. They're spicy." Ximena chewed and commented, "Such a strange taste." I copied what James did and used the tweezers to grip the nail. To my surprise, it went smoothly. The nail came out with a pop. Right then, the Devotion System's voice rang out. [Great job, host. A proper devotee deserves official recognition. Have Ximena give you a token of love.] [The system will reward you with a super gift pack.]

She was staring at him with her eyes wide open as if she was in some dream, a very beautiful sort of dream. “Saliha,” he called her name and she came back to her senses. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. Her heart was rushing fast and so was her breath. She opened her mouth and put the spoon inside her mouth but then she realized something that made her heart stop. “Roman, I, I am sorry, I did not knewI accidentally put spice in it,” she said, embarrassed. She remembers when Roman had entered the kitchen early making her startled she accidently added some spice instead of sugar because both sugar and spice boxes were similiar.

I hesitate, glancing at the angry runes still smoking faintly on his chest. "I'll be quick," I promise, pressing a fast kiss to his burning forehead. "Don't move. Please." I slip out of bed and hurry to the kitchen, my new heightened senses making everything feel overwhelming. The fridge light is too bright. The sound of my own footsteps echoes strangely. I crave spice. Plenty of heat. And meat. The juicy, soft kind, oozing with spice. Oh, I can almost taste it. My hands move on autopilot as I throw together the spiciest pasta I can manage with extra chilli flakes, chunks of sausage and beef, garlic, and a heavy drizzle of oil. The smell hits me like a drug, making my mouth water and my stom

They attend the popular school known as Spice High,,that's the dream school of almost every teenager in Korea and even other countries. Rose is not left out too,,but maybe her own reason why she love the school so much is different. She just want to be a star, She have always dreamed about herself becoming a popular singer and dancer,,but seems her dreams aren't coming true anytime soon,not while she's still staying here,,not like she have anywhere to go. She was still thinking when a hard slap landed on her face,,she fell down immediately since she was already tired from working all night. The slap came from her aunt,,,Tori

I thought I was crazy too to have wished for death. "How do I know you're not lying? I ask.Maybe there was still was a chance. Spence looked around the room and scratched his head. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe we were both dead and didn't know we were dead. He held my face with my chin and brought my lips closer to his ." With this", he said and kissed me deeply. His lips were plumper than they looked, their warm softness reminded me of kissing a stuffed toy. He uses his tongue to part my lips and peck my tongue. I hesitate at first, not knowing what to make of this but eventually, I gain courage and move my tongue a bit, trying to sync it with his rhythm.