Spicy Romance Novels & Stories

A lot of distaste and anger hidden beneath it. "Crazy right..?!" Spencer chuckled. "Super." Ignacio replied with absolutely no enthusiasm in his tone. "How did you propose?" "I didn't." Spencer responded with ease. "So—" Ignacio questioned. "My love is enough for the both of us." Spencer said with a smug look. So is ours. Ignacio thought to himself. "You know that guy from the cafe down the road Central Park?" Ignacio said softly. "Yeah.. kinda—" Spencer took a long breath.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

I gasped while feeling his lips on my womanhood. This is what I’ve watched! In that site... When I searched about how to romance your husband... Oh my gosh! This is so good! He hardened his tongue and inserted it into the opening of my womanhood. I tugged at his hair, not knowing whether to push him or make him squirm with my delicacy. He licked. Lap. Sucked. And thrust his tongue inside me making me shiver. After a while I felt something forming in my stomach. I feel like I’m peeing.

The human wasn’t lying, so Aqua took the leap of faith and gave in to her selfishness. “Then can I try the thing called taco? The radio man said there was a new flavour… I think it was called hot and spicy?” Bringing the car to a halt the same way his mind paused at Aqua’s request, the mafia boss held his tongue. Logic told him that the mermaid, who did not have many food options in the ocean, may have difficulty getting accustomed to spicy food. He had a rather high spice tolerance like most of the members of his famiglia, as Ricardo loved eating spicy food. However, Dawn did not want to disappoint her.

I said and pointed at quincy "spaghetti and meatball will do" she said "you sure about that?" I asked "yeah it's my fav" she answered "holy molly that can't be, it's my favorite too" I thought "sir your order" the waitress asked as I snapped out of my thought "yeah same thing for me and chilled wine okay" I said and the waitress nodded and left "so quincy tell me about you" I said starting up a conversation and we ended up talking about things.

He wasn't moving his lips, he just kept it there for a minute before moving back. My chest vibrated with a soft disappointing groan at the loss of the touch of his lips. I want more! "Call my name once again" he ordered. "Xaphan" I said and he placed his lips again on mine for few more seconds before pulling back. "Once more" "Xaphan" He again pecked my lips. I bet people looking at us must be thinking that we are crazy. Crazy in love! But they don't know that we hate each other and it is the wine that is playing with our mood and hormones.

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around. Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay? He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometim

Sophie admitted, jotting something down. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You two are impossible.” “We’re thorough,” Fatima corrected, grinning. --- By lunchtime, my cravings had shifted again. This time, I wanted spaghetti. But not just any spaghetti—I needed it to be spicy. So spicy it could probably melt a hole in the wall. Jake, bless him, didn’t even question it as he helped me whip up a batch of extra-spicy marinara sauce. But when I sat down to eat, Sophie and Fatima were there, watching me like hawks.

“She’s also fiesty and fiery and did everything I told her not to.” I couldn’t help but smile. Terzo, the mafia, was in love and married to the love of his life. I didn’t meet this kind of person every day. “Why are you smiling?” Spade’s amused voice and his grasp on my thigh caught my attention. I looked at him. “Don’t you see it? It’s romantic. It’s a good plot for a N*****x movie.” “See?” Terzo looked at the couple. “I saw it coming. I just didn’t think it would be sooner.”

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.