Novel & Cerita Spicy Book Scenes

I whimpered, free hand pinching a nipple hard, twisting till it burned. My hips rolled, chasing the pressure building low in my belly. I added a third finger, scissoring them, imagining his girth splitting me. The coil snapped—orgasm crashing like a wave, pussy spasming, squirting clear fluid onto the sheets. I bit my pillow to muffle the scream, thighs quaking, aftershocks rippling as I licked my fingers clean, tasting my own tangy sweetness. Bloody hell, if he only knew.

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

And after I finished, I was like, "Oh shit, what did I just write?" - My inspirations to write the SCENES, (you know what scenes) were drawn from pictures, I'm quite a visual person btw. (Also when I first found the picture for this book cover, an idea to write about a girl with a miserable life in an apocalypse just popped into my mind) But for emotional chapters like the most recent ones were inspired by quotes and peoms. Thank to my background in poetry. -I still have a hard time accepting the fact that I wrote those hot scenes. I mean, oh my god! And I just go about my life as if I'm an innocent???

Octavia found my lips again and that lukewarm sleek tongue slipped in and took its place alongside mine. I wasn't sure if I could resist not to let her take me. The feeling of leaking sensation from my heated walls made my body scream ready. Her hips bumped into me as she got between my legs. The bookshelf shook a little with our synergized force when our bodies moved feverishly. Octavia's golden eyes blazed while she was tonguing inside my startled but over-joyful mouth. We moaned at the heat of our fierce embrace. Suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of a golden spine of an antique-looking book. It was placed behind the other books and at the far back of the shelf. I had a strange feeling tu

Selene said with a confusion filled voice. "He must be resting at home. I am going to sleep now. Bye, baby." Brianna cut the call and throws her phone on the couch. In no minute, she was drifted into a deep sleep. ########## Dear readers, I hope you all are enjoying this story. So, I am here to announce an important thing. The upcoming chapters of this book are going to be filled with more torture scenes. Their content is going to be abusive and highly explicit. If any of the readers are against violence, they can quit reading this book. I will appreciate it more if you all leave your reviews and votes. It will help me to write better.

I settled in my quiet corner and started reading. I must have been carried away in the heat of the moment that I didn’t notice that I had placed a leg on the table and opened up my skirt for the world to see. “Yes! He took her as his Luna!” I had almost screamed before I remembered that I was in the library and covered my mouth with my other hand, sliding down the chair with a series of giggling. The hot scene that followed his declaration episode sent me out of the world temporarily. The writer was fucking good at writing intense sex scenes that made my toes curl. My second leg that was on the floor got raised in anticipation for each line as I dove deeper into the immoral scene.

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

Their relationship was nothing more than a sponsor and an artist, with the main character dutifully warming his bed even without being asked. In one word, this was a fully spicy, abusive arc that won the hearts of many crazy readers and elevated the whole book into one of the top spicy books on the platform! Uea should have been excited. Aside from money, what else was the joy of life? Of course, it was sex. Sterly gave the main character both satisfying sex and money. What else could one desire? But humans were made to be inherently greedy. When they hadn't tasted something, they'd never see it as much, but after tasting it, it would be hard to pretend they hadn't.

Elena’s POV I was curled up on the comfortable outdoor sofa on the deck, completely lost in my book. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the lake. This was one of my favorite spicy romance novels — the kind where the cold, powerful hero finally breaks down and confesses his undying love in the middle of a storm. I was smiling like a fool, biting my lower lip as I turned the page, my heart racing with the characters.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—