Spicy Gay Romance Books Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

Kyle admitted between bites to Dominic’s neck, voice low and dirty. Dominic hated how those words lit him up. He spun Kyle around, bending him over the counter, yanking his jeans down just enough. No time for slow. Dominic slicked himself with spit and the tiny packet of lube he’d started carrying like a pathetic secret, then pushed in deep. Kyle groaned, gripping the edge of the sink, pushing back to meet every thrust. It was hot, urgent, the mirror fogging with their reflection—Kyle’s face flushed, mouth open, whispering filth like “harder, fuck me like you mean it.” Dominic did, one hand over Kyle’s mouth to muffle the sounds, the other stroking him in time. They came fast, messy, Kyle sp

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

When the guy got too handsy, Jax appeared out of nowhere, clamping a hand on his shoulder. "Back off," Jax growled, low and dangerous. The guy scampered. I turned, my hands on hips, smirking. "Jealous, Jax? Didn't know you cared." He stepped closer, towering over me, his scent, woodsmoke and leather, wrapping around me. "You know I do, Aria. But you're playing with fire." I tilted my chin up, our lips inches apart. "Maybe I like the burn." His eyes darkened, his hand brushing my waist with just a feather light touch, but it sent sparks straight between my legs.

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

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.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

He didn't expect that she would taste this good. "Why. . . is it so fucking. . . delicious. . ." the woman hoarsely said. He tightened his grip on the woman's ass and pressed his lips to her womanhood. He felt her grip on his hair tighten. Same thoughts, woman. Why are you so fucking delicious?

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.