Spice Romance Novels & Stories

Those, and the image of all the naughty, unspeakable things her curious mind concocted just from the simple act of his holding her chin and nearly speaking into her mouth. It was over. Sighing, Stephie turned her eyes down. How could she get out of this? She didn’t like Jacob and Jacob didn’t like her. This was all fleshly desires. But they were strong. They made a deal to avoid each other and it worked for a while. But what was this now? What were they doing here against this wall? Where was the argument? The distaste for one another? Why was she now only curious to know his taste? And apparently him when it came to hers?

Those guys know how to keep everyone happy. “Oh I could go spicy, but I don’t think that’s wise while you guys are healing.” Avalon spoke up before anyone said anything. Asrar agreed with her, he could go for some spicy Indian food. “Well I’m good with anything.” Ryan happily smiled though his heart broke for his mate. He caught Rosalie's eyes and smiled. He knew if there was anything she felt the same. ‘Could you pick up something spicy Indian food for Asrar and Avalon. They both want spicy and maybe some spaghetti for me and Ryan. I have a craving for that with meatballs.’ Rosalie messaged back. Asrar kissed her cheek.

Drinkers🍻 Cherry : I’m so bored here at home do you have anything to do? Joy: We have dinner later with the fam Zane: wow sana ol Hunter: Can i join joy? Zane: are you her family? Cherry: dead hungry you really hunter joy: pets are not allowed in the restaurant :) Hunter: I'm so handsome seen by all ******** After kiro drive me home, I immediately went to sleep so that later I wouldn't look like a panda, after a few hours it was close to 6 so we went to the restaurant for dinner.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Cassidy's hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer as if to fuse us together, her body arching into me on the couch, soft curves pressing against the hard lines of my chest. The rom-com droned on in the background, the canned laughter from the screen a mocking counterpoint to the raw intensity building between us—the quickening breaths, the subtle hitch in her throat as my tongue traced hers, delving deeper to taste the lingering spice of arrabbiata mingled with the sweetness that was uniquely her, like honeyed warmth on a cool evening.

Roman hated heavy spice. “To spice the game up, Thalitha. We’re on honeymoon — we should enjoy it.” She unpacked the wings. “So first you bite, then sip.” It made sense. “Now Roman,” she turned to my husband, voice dropping a little too seductive, “I believe you were about to ask your wife something?” I didn’t like how she sounded but I stayed quiet. Agnes walked over and dropped right onto Maddox’s lap. His hands slid to her waist instantly, fingers digging in her shirt. It was hard to ignore.