Novel & Cerita Spicy Romantasy Books

“The weather's supposed to be nice.” “I don't know,” Ocean said, leaning back against Jonas' chest. “I'm pretty comfortable right here.” She wiggled and Jonas' jaw tightened. Ocean reached for another piece of pancake, chewed as her hand drifted down to rest on his. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed. Jonas bit the inside of his cheek, but he didn't pull away because he didn't want to. “We can all stay indoors, then. I have two romance books I got from the store,” May said before she focused on her newspaper. “Remind me to give you one, okay?”

We fucked like that for a long time— passionate, possessive, romantic. The rivalry with Sophia and Brady was only making us need each other more.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

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Something inside of me tightened. I’d read enough spicy romances to know what that meant. My breathing hitched, for a new reason entirely. His scent filled me, and I wanted to be filled in other ways, too. The power of the desire was alien, frightening… and thrilling.

Though Ryan enjoyed the night to unwind from his days full of classes, he often found excuses to head home when his friends were on their way to IHOP to sober up before calling it a night. When Ryan got home, he found his girlfriend curled up in bed, reading a book. Mia was facing away from the door. She gave him a brief smile as he came to the bed, stripping off everything but his boxers. He curled up beside her, wrapping his arm around her as he used his nose to move aside her semi-short reddish-brown hair so his lips could feel the delicate skin on her neck. He opened her robe and slid his hands over the silky fabric of her light blue nightgown. When his fingers plucked at her nipples, sh

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

I can feel that warmth deep inside me, it feels like sweet jitters in my belly each time I think about him. God, the way he licked me, slow at first, then faster, like he knew exactly what my body needed, even when I was clueless. The way he called me ‘Diana’ with that deep voice that weakens my knees. I suddenly bite my lips, my hands already tracing the skin on my chest. My nipples are hard as stone and my heart is racing a little too faster than normal. How the fuck do I make it stop? How do I stop desiring a man I'm not married to?

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.