Spicy Book Scenes Novels & Stories

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

Asher, however, had already swiped the book from my hands, a mischievous glint in his gorgeously dark eyes. "What's got you looking so flustered, Elara?" he asked, a playful grin on his lips. I felt my cheeks heat up as I stammered, "It's... it's just a novel... quite intense. I'm not sure your little brain could handle it." With a raised eyebrow, Asher flicked through the pages, scanning each word. An awkward silence ensued as I waited for his reaction to the steamy scenes. Would he be disgusted, surprised or not bothered? Though didn't the saying go 'men watch p**n, but women read it.'

“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Carefully, she placed the bookmark between the pages and partially closed the book. Vlad tilted his head. "Where did you stop?" She bit her lower lip, amused. "I was about to start the first hot scene…" She lifted her eyes to him with a mischievous gleam. "And I think it’s going to be very intense, since he’s so seductive." Vlad slightly raised an eyebrow. "Intense?" "Very." She pressed the book against her chest. "He spends entire chapters pretending he’s in control… but you can tell he’s on the verge of losing it."

The spine’s creased like it’s been read a hundred times. I flip it over without thinking. It's probably some romance novel. I open to where the bookmark is. My eyes scan the lines. “…rough fingertips dragging over sensitive skin until he found her already soaked. She gasped when he pushed two fingers inside her without warning. ‘So fucking wet for me,’ he growled against her throat, pumping slowly, letting her feel every inch of his fingers stretching her open…” My mouth goes dry. My pulse is suddenly loud in my ears. I read the next paragraph. Then the next.

Alright, I can relate to this freaking corny book. I drank water while still reading and I choked after realizing what happened to the couple in the story after their argument. Cursing in my head, I continued coughing as I felt my neck getting hot because of some sensual images flashing in my mind. I remember Solana's body against mine after she jumped to me naked when she saw a cockroach. I remember the time we made out in our living area. I remember the taste of her lips and her lovely smell. My breathing hitched as I continued reading. The characters are now making love passionately.

I’m so lost in my chaotic thoughts that I don’t realize a heavy presence has stepped up behind me until a dark shadow falls over the page and rich spice and expensive leather fills the air. I stiffen, forcing my spine straight, but I don’t turn around. I hold the book still, fixing my eyes on it as if I’m deeply absorbed in the story. Nero leans down, his chest brushing my shoulder with heat radiating off him. He reads the words right off the page with the low rumble of his voice that hits the shell of my ear and sends a shiver violently down my spine. “He pinned her hands above her head, his mouth devouring hers as she begged for more. Her body arched into the punishment of his touch and he

I break off, flushing with heat. His eyes darken. "Sex scene?" My throat tightens, making it impossible to swallow. "I was going to say it." He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "I suppose your right, but don't you ever read it and want them to just get to it already, that it's obvious they want each other." "Didn't know you read romance." My accusatory tone makes him smile. The thought of Hale laying in his bed with this particular book open, reading through the graphic scene makes my toes curl.

The consommé steams, golden. — Open. She obeys, letting out a small sigh. I bring the full spoon to her lips. She parts them, takes the hot liquid. Her eyes close for a moment, from pure well-being. The scene is of a heartbreaking intimacy. Feeding the one you just took with animal savagery. I eat too, one spoonful for her, one for me. The silence is no longer heavy. It is populated by the crackling fire, the discreet clink of silver against porcelain. But with each bite, another appetite grows within me.