Spicy Love Books Novels & Stories

And the two people burned by romance approached each other. Eye contact that both radiated a great longing as well as an unspeakable overflowing of the heart that felt even more overwhelming when held only in the soul. Mark boldly lifted Aileen's chin slowly, then his lips came and gently kissed Aileen's pink lips, unadorned by lipstick that night. The sweetness his kiss tasted made Mark not want to stop there. He continued to squeeze and even taste his lover's lips as if there was no tomorrow. By then, Aileen was rebelling as she began to have difficulty breathing.

They watched the sun go down, and the moon take over the skies but didn’t leave. “What book?” Camilla asked, belching. He kissed her temple before she could apologise and the words fled her mind. “A Thousand Splendid Suns. I thought it was a romance,” he replied. She laughed at his words. So did she. “You deceived me.” “I was deceived first. It’s general fiction.” “But you love him?” her husband mused with a frown. She could understand his confusion. The book talked about love, friendship, and war. Death too. It was a deviation from her usual. Left to her, she would never have read it. “How come?”

💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞 Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Sophie (Last day of school- junior year) I felt a cold shiver down my spine as the ice-cold of Amber's drink poured down my shirt. I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

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.

"That was made by my daughter in law. It is called the Recipe of Love." "Oh, I thought it's all about food," Asha said, embarrassed. "It's a recipe of the food called love. Let me read it for you." Then Ella turned her head to Ronjon. "It is also for you, young man." "Thank you," said Ronjon as he smiled courteously. Lastly, Ella smiled at Lily, who nodded with thankfulness. "The Recipe of Love To Love someone, you need: A ton of patience, A truckload of kindness,

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?

everything is about sex and sex and sex and right now even the mere thought of her turned me on to no ends even though I didn't want to be tortured this way. I slammed my hand on my desk, determination now coursing through my veins. I have to find a way to tell her about us. I need her with me...it's only been a fucking day and hell I'm literally falling apart. And I cannot be falling apart because I am an Alpha and my pack needs me and I need my mate! Desperately! I groaned as I got up from my seat and walked towards the bathroom to jack off for the nth time. Skylar Gillard is going to be the death of me!

"But you will get used to them. You will even discover that one can live in them. That one can love in them." "Love?" she breathes, and it's almost a bitter, stifled laugh. "Obsession, then. Desire. Possession. Call it what you will. It's the cement that will bind us. The fire that burned everything to make way for something new. For us." I kiss her. She doesn't respond, but she doesn't pull away. Her mouth is soft, bruised, and I feel the tremor of her entire being, that conflict between disgust and an attraction she can no longer deny. I drink in this conflict. It nourishes me.

A kiss! I didn’t have any expectations for an “us”. I had wants but no expectations. I may be a hopeless romantic happy to get lost between the pages of a hot and steamy novel or a sigh-with-sweetness one, but I am not naïve enough to believe that those kinds of things happen all the time. Some people will get that kind of love that makes guys wonder and girls swoon, but not everyone.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.