Novel & Cerita Spicy Romance

“I even had to send you a text message.” “So, it was you,” Shadow uttered in a deadly serious tone as she was not in the mood to entertain the other. “Of course, it was me,” Spider answered proudly, running her fingers over her Dutch braid. ‘What do you want?” Shadow asked, signaling her aides to step back. “Hm?” Spider tilted her head. “What do I want, you ask?” With a quick jump, she landed on the ground. Dusting the invisible dust off her arm, she looked at Shadow. “I wanna spar with you. And maybe, make you mine?”

He kissed her neck down to her breast, she begun to moaned his name once again. “Oh, Raj!” Mariya was glaring, yet with no hatred, only with giggled. “You're so hot I couldn't resist. Have you put spell on me? Tell me!” She sound as if she doesn't wanted what happened, yet there's smile in her lips as she looked away. “There's no need for spell,” Raj said, smelling her fragrance. “Our eyes could be a spell that we couldn't resist, so just stare at me if you need one more round.”

she teased as he handed over cash for yet another item. “Good” he replied simply, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “You deserve to be spoiled” They stopped at a street-food stall near the edge of the square… brightly colored umbrellas strung with beautiful lights, plastic tables and chairs scattered around a sizzling grill. Charlotte insisted on street food; she wanted the real experience. They ordered poutine loaded with cheese curds and gravy, crispy fish tacos topped with mango salsa, and two cold bottles of local craft beer. They sat close on a shared bench, their thighs touching, shoulders brushing, feeding each other bites between laughter and stolen kisses

“You left like you were on fire. Damien’s still at the party. People are asking.” “Let them,” Selena snapped. “I’m done playing dress-up for their entertainment.” Lexi folded her arms, concern etched on her face. “Did he say something? Or was it Camille?” Selena flinched at the name. Camille had smiled that shark smile all night, circling Damien, dropping loud, pointed hints that they still shared something real. Selena had kept her composure, played her part… but when Damien didn’t deny Camille’s words—when he simply stayed silent—it shattered the fragile calm she’d been clutching.

His breathing grew faster, and his body began to tremble. Suddenly, he erupted. His eyes blazed with a mixture of shame and fury. "Adrian! My name is Adrian! Are you happy now, you damned siren!" 【She did it!】 【??? The Boss has lost his mind today...】 【See, no one can resist Harper baby's charm.】 【Go for it! Make the Boss grant Harper's wish! I want to see it!】 The next second, a powerful force slammed into me. My consciousness started to blur, and my vision went black.

"The Dean will be back in thirty minutes, Roman. Get on your knees. I want to see if your tongue is as sharp as your architectural drawings." Roman didn't hesitate. He dropped to the floor between her legs, his face inches from her dripping heat. He could smell her-raw, salty, and ready. He buried his face in her, his tongue lashing out to find her clit. Maya let out a sharp, jagged breath, her hands finding his hair and pulling him deeper into her. "Yeah, worship your TA," she groaned, her voice a guttural scrape. "Lick it clean, you pathetic little failure."

My husband was out there working his ass off during our honeymoon to provide me with the best life while I was riding his Daddy's face like a whore. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But the apology dissolved into another moan as Leon’s tongue flicked rapidly, then flattened, lapping at me like he was starving. Two thick fingers plunged deep into my pussy without warning, curling perfectly against that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Ahh—fuck, yes! Right there… oh God, Daddy, your tongue feels so good.” He groaned against my clit, the vibration shooting through me. “That’s it, grind on my face like the horny little slut you are.”

"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.

He was so aggressive; it turned me on even more. “I need to fill you up with my cock right now.” He pulled away and stood straight then grabbed my thighs and pulled me close. “I wish I could taste your delicious pussy but with that meal we just had. I don’t want to hurt you down there with the spice still lingering on my tongue.”