Spicy Romance Novels & Stories

Tracy, her expression dark and cold, was glaring at me with eyes full of ice. "Tracy—" I started to speak. Smack! A hard slap stung across my face. "You jerk!" Tracy, usually so calm and quiet, exploded in rage. "How could you cheat on me?!" What the hell was going on with her? Before I could process anything, she snapped again, "How could you cheat on me?!" I was pissed now too. We were supposed to be a contract couple, free to see other people. I sure didn't say anything when she was fooling around with Colin!

Ryan listened attentively and that's what I really liked about him. The waitress finally arrived with our food. As we dug into our pasta dishes, I squeezed my face in shock. So spicy. What the fuck? "Looks like you're about to spit fire." Ryan whispered with a naughty smile I tried to smile despite my strained expression. "I'm good..." I forced the words, not even hearing myself God... why is it so spicy? The only thing I could focus on is my blazing taste buds. They're screaming and I'm tempted to scream too.

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.

His relaxed attitude eased some of my tension. Maybe he was right. Maybe I really should stop letting these things affect me. Soon, the waiter arrived, and we began looking through the menu. Not long afterward, Serena's loud and annoyingly exaggerated laughter floated across the restaurant. I ignored it. Instead, I pointed at several dishes. "The spicy grilled fish here is excellent." Damian nodded. "And the chili garlic prawns are also good, coupled with the spicy vegetable stew." His eyebrow lifted as he stared at me. "You really like spicy food."

The mix made everything more intense. Sweat slicked their bodies. Tatum’s breasts bounced with each movement. Sloane reached between them and rubbed Tatum’s swollen clit in firm circles. The sensations pushed them both closer. Raw emotion poured out between thrusts. “This stopped being only hate a long time ago,” Sloane admitted, her voice rough and breaking slightly. “I think about you all the time. Not just your body but your sharp mind on the field. The way you read plays. It drives me crazy.” Tatum leaned down and captured Sloane’s lips in a messy, hungry kiss. “I feel the same,” she whispered hotly against Sloane’s mouth. “I respect how hard you fight despite your knee. How you never qu

she said proudly, placing another container down, "something spicy to make your day a little spicier." I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. "I know your true intentions." "Oh really?" she asked. "Yes. You're trying to make me cry while eating spicy food so you can blame the tears on the pepper." She burst into laughter. "You're too smart for your own good." I pulled the food closer. "Unfortunately for you, I enjoy spicy food." "That explains your personality." I gasped. "Are you calling me spicy?" "I didn't say that."

His favorite—Spicy Arrabbiata. If you ask me if I saw this coming? Unfortunately... yes. I saw it the moment I met Damien Black. The moment I inhaled his cologne. The moment he kissed me. The moment he took me, fucked me, broke and bended me according to his will but he forgot to mend me. Saw it all the way back then. From the moment I knew Damien Black existed. Because all while I knew—this man was going to fucking ruin me. And like everything he touches...

Cassidy's hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer as if to fuse us together, her body arching into me on the couch, soft curves pressing against the hard lines of my chest. The rom-com droned on in the background, the canned laughter from the screen a mocking counterpoint to the raw intensity building between us—the quickening breaths, the subtle hitch in her throat as my tongue traced hers, delving deeper to taste the lingering spice of arrabbiata mingled with the sweetness that was uniquely her, like honeyed warmth on a cool evening.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 020: Love, Sex, and Death. The Warmth of Sofia's body radiates to Spencer as he cuddled her deeply in a spoon position, he didn't want morning to come just yet, so he holds on tight to her body feeling her skin pressed up against his, this wakes Sofia up, and she immediately feels Spencer's warmth, his chiseled shirtless body against hers, the friction from her silk pajamas and his sleep short arouses him and he kisses her on her neck, she turns around facing him, she can feel the bulge from his sleep shorts.