Top Spicy Romance Books Novels & Stories

When he finds the spot that makes my knees buckle, I cry out. “Ahhhh..” “There it is,” he praises. “Moan for me, baby. Let me hear how much you love it.” “Ahh….Jax….oh God—” His second finger joins the first one, scissoring carefully, stretching me open. It burns in the best way. He works me for what feels like forever in slow thrusts, curling, rubbing that spot until I’m shaking and begging. “Please.I need you inside me….please—”

Charlotte woke to the slow, deliberate lash of a tongue against her clit. The sensation hit like a spark… sharp, electric and unexpected. Her body responded before her mind fully caught up: a soft gasp escaped her lips, hips lifting instinctively toward the source of pleasure. The tip of that same tongue flicked over the swollen bud repeatedly… teasing strokes that sent zinging sensations racing through her core, down her thighs and up her spine. Each flick was precise, maddening, designed to make her ache without mercy

She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore. Then he lifts me back up. Air rushes into my lungs. I cough and gulp, heart racing. His arms stay locked around me, solid and close. I’m pressed against him, chest to chest, and all I can breathe in is Dominic Vance. Spice. Heat. Bergamot and hot pepper. The scent sinks into me and makes everything worse. The fire in my chest doesn’t calm. It grows. He watches me closely, eyes slow and intent, then drags his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the moment.

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.

Chelsey "You’re so tight," he murmurs. "But you’re loosening up so good for me. Feel that?" I do. The burn is fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure. It is a profound shift, the discomfort melting into a satisfying fullness that hummed with potential. My thoughts spiral again: This is intense. I never thought I’d like this, but his touch is driving me insane. I need him inside me there. "Julian," I moan. "I’m ready. Do it."

Because she had one too, she knew what someone that was talented with a piercing could do during sex. They yelled back and forth and they laughed as the party got louder and more furious. They had an eclectic chemistry between them. Six screwdrivers for her and five rum and Cokes, two beers and a shot of Jose Cuervo made a lot of chemistry. He had another shot of Tequila and kissed Rachell. The sour tang of the drink mixed with the sweet taste of her lips. Lars kissed her again and she ran her fingers along the tips of his spiked Mohawk hair. Their tongue piercings clinked in their mouths, making them both laugh. Rachell felt loose and relaxed and very horny. She leaned over, resting her han

but he couldn´t! It was too late!..... Jessica took another very dangerous step forwards, making their noses slightly touched. Alexander looked down at Jessica, who gazed right back up at him, with her blue eyes, pulling him into her soul inch by inch, drowning him in her love, swallowing him whole. She closed his eyes while closing the tiny gap that was left between them and pushed her soft plump lips against his soft full ones, creating sparks throughout their body´s. As the sexual tension wrapped around them like a blanket, the burning desire started to consume them rapidly, spreading throughout their body´s, like a wildfire swallowing them whole as their aching body´s collided with each

"I did inspect him rather closely before our first time. He has a really lovely cock. You should see it sometime. Not too big or small, thicker than I'd expected, with a lovely spicy flavor that reminds me of--" "That's enough!" she growled, glaring at me before stomping toward the car, her keys jangling along with her. "Speaking of spicy flavors, are you getting hungry for lunch?" I asked. "How about Niro's, to celebrate you surviving your stupidity?" she suggested bitterly. "Perfect! I haven't had one of their Chicago dogs in a long time." As she drove, I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was acting like everything was fine, but I could tell she was struggling with the uncertain

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.