Spicy Romantasy Books Novels & Stories

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

He groaned, hand in my hair. Then I turned to Cas, swirling my tongue around his tip before taking him deeper. He hissed. “Fuck, Marilyn. Your mouth…” I alternated between them, sucking one while stroking the other, spit dripping down my chin. Their dirty praise filled the air. “Such a good cocksucker,” Damien praised. Cas cupped my cheek. “You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth, sis.” The taboo word sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I moaned around him.

"Ride this one out and take me with you. I know you can come harder than that." He would surely bruise, as hard as she bucked her hips against him. Reid slammed back and soon, she was bouncing, making hard contact between his thick head and her deep seated magic spot. Tasha swirled her hips while a blinding orgasm nipped at the corners of her concentration. She pulled Reid's hands to her thighs. "Harder! Yes, baby, that's it!" They came together in a hot, oozing collision of lust. Even her sweat seemed thicker.

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.

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

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

Her piercing gaze and confident demeanor promised a night of unbridled passion. The conversation flowed as freely as the wine, with each woman sharing her deepest desires and most intimate fantasies. I listened intently, my own arousal growing with each passing moment. As the meal drew to a close, I could feel the electricity in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to ignite at any moment.