Spicy Romance Novels & Stories

Before I can say anything, Lira reaches me in one fluid motion, pressing me down onto the cushions, her soft breath mixing with my rapid breath. Her skin is so hot, and so soft that I don’t want her to stop pressing her body against me. Those heavy breasts crush against my smaller ones through my hoodie, nipples dragging like live wires. “I—” The rest of my words get stuck in my throat when her mouth claims mine—deep, filthy, that long demonic tongue sliding in thick and possessive, tasting like spiced honey and pure lust. It fills me, fucks my mouth slow and wet, curling around my own tongue until I’m moaning helplessly into her, hips bucking up on instinct. Never in all my years of living

The private room was set with two tables: one for Lulu, Pearl, and Dylan, and the other for Rafael and Carissa. Carissa took on the task of ordering the food. Holding the menu, she looked up at Rafael and asked, "Can you handle spicy food?" "I thrive on spice!" Rafael straightened up, taking the task of ordering very seriously. After enduring hardships on the battlefield for three years, he was eager to savor everything. More importantly, he knew that Carissa liked spicy food. "For the two of us, three dishes should be enough. Since I can handle spice too, let’s order all spicy dishes. However, Lulu and Pearl don’t like spicy food. Let’s order one spicy dish and three non-spicy ones for thei

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Her heart raced but she kept her eyes trained on him, biting her lips. "You whores can't go an hour without pussy can you?" That deep voice sent a shiver down her spine, she'd recognize it anywhere, it belonged to the man who caressed her while she came harder than she'd ever had in all her years of marriage. Ava lost her bearings for a second and the lighter slipped from her fingers clattering to the floor and snapping Him from the lust-filled haze. His eyes snapped to Ava as the cigarette, fell from his lips and directly on her lap, causing her to scramble to the floor.

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Spencer moaned as he continued to whip River's ass. River silently sobbed because of anger and the mixed emotions she was feeling now. "Ohhh _ you're delicious my love! Ohh_" River could feel Spencer's size and more stretched on her ass. She also felt the young man's grip and desire for her as a reason for her to continue the hate for the young man. "Ohh __ f*ck in _ cumin _ ahh" Spencer groaned in pleasure as he gripped tightly on both cheeks of River's ass. River could feel Spencer's hot semen inside her ass.

"Here, eat. They're spicy." Ximena chewed and commented, "Such a strange taste." I copied what James did and used the tweezers to grip the nail. To my surprise, it went smoothly. The nail came out with a pop. Right then, the Devotion System's voice rang out. [Great job, host. A proper devotee deserves official recognition. Have Ximena give you a token of love.] [The system will reward you with a super gift pack.]

She brought each of the spaghetti with two different levels of heat closer to the bar. "Here's yours," she said, taking a seat, facing each other with Theo, who was preparing to taste the dish in front of him. "I told you I wouldn't take responsibility, especially since you insisted on making spagetti. I won't be responsible," Rose continued, noting the fiery red color of the spicy mix. She shuddered in horror as Theo fiddled with his fork, twisting portions of spagetti into thick rolls. One first mouthful stopped those lips from chewing. Theo's face seemed to harden for a few moments, staring at Rose with widened eyes and a body that froze for a split second.

“Which makes this a spicy pre-wedding celebration. Come on. The professionals were clean, safe, discreet. All you have to do is be hot and ride your future husband, Lorraine Redmond.” “Jesus.” “You’re welcome.” The call ended, and I had no more excuses. I walked slowly to the bedroom again, trying to recall the most adventurous thing we’d ever done beneath the sheets. Oh. Right. That one time I laid face down and he went a little harder than usual. That was it. That was the benchmark. I had called it spicy for days after. He apologized like he’d broken me.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.