Spicy Quotes

“Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss. Salt from her tears mixed with her natural sweetness. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Her softness, her scent, she filled and overran his senses. He mouthed another kiss against her lips. Heat flared inside his abdomen when she opened her mouth, and kissed him back with firmer lips. 

He sank into her embrace, the heated connection she offered. A kinetic warmth surged through him, lighting, igniting dormant pieces inside—like someone returning home . . . A soft groan, hushed breaths. Their mouths parted and found each other again. He slid his hand behind her neck as he deepened the kiss.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“Warm, aquamarine eyes stared into him—providing a lifeline to shore. And he wondered if she was really the one who needed saving . . .”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“You look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma”
― P.T. Macias, Hot & Spicy

“Do you want me, bat boy?"
She must be teasing. I am hard for her. Because of her.
"I want you, nightshade. In all forms and positions.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I am in love with him. This little bat wrapped his wings around my heart the moment I held my knife on his cock.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I could feel heat pooling between my legs fast and intense. My thighs pressed together, uselessly. Shame surged up my spine, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide from what I was feeling.
And then I realized my mouth was open.
He noticed.
A gloved hand reached out slowly, not to harm, but to hush. He touched my chin with surprising gentleness and placed one finger against my lips.
“What did you see?” he whispered, his voice low, husky, dangerous and magnetic. “An angel… or something else?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“I told you,” he growled softly, his voice curling with dark arrogance. “There’s no God here… just me. Worship me, darling. Please…”
There was something almost wounded in the way he said it, something vulnerable buried beneath his commanding tone, and it made my chest ache with longing.
“Desmond…” I breathed out, his name slipping past my lips like a prayer. “Desmond… Desmond…”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“He was deeply in love with her. Truly. Madly. A kind of love he'd never dared fathom. It hadn't happened in an instant--- a flash in the pan, quick sear, raw within--- but over time, his initial wallop of attraction so thin and bland beside the concentrated feeling that consumed him now, this love that had simmered slowly, sauce marrying over long, low heat.
Maura with the tarot, shuffling his cards, dashing his dreams, telling him to quit in a way that only drove him to think about her: the tartness of tomato, stewing over flame.
Maura in the dark, pulling down his mask, kissing him in the stairwell of that strange immersion theater: the heat of hot pepper flakes.
Maura in his bed, in his T-shirt, eating grilled cheese in the middle of the night, feeding it to him, crumbs on the comforter, her fingers in his mouth: the sweet emulsion of butter.
Maura arguing with him, one hand on her hip, pissed the hell off: basil, torn.
Maura working through a problem, her forehead furrowed, eyes in such sharp focus: the concentration of tomato paste.
Maura walking into a room, the air shifting, his eyes finding hers: garlic, caramelized.
Maura when she said his name, when she whispered it, when she traced it into his shoulder, gasped it, screamed it, held it in her mouth like a secret: pepper--- red and black and white--- grinding in a mill.
Maura in the world, living with so much life, so much yearning, so much hunger, that all he ever wanted to do was feed her, satisfy her, love her, make her feel as full as she made him: streams of salt and salt and salt.
It had all stirred together inside him until there it was--- love--- and everything else he'd ever tried just fell away, tasteless.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“I’m going to kill you if you bite me."
"What if I do this instead?" My hand crawls under her skirt. Fingers touching the wet lace between her thighs. She moans. She is wearing lace. I fucking love lace on her. "What color are you wearing for me tonight?”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“If you don’t fuck me right now, pretty boy, I am going to kill you." She grips my jaw and tilts my head so she can meet my gaze. I hoist myself onto the bed, positioned over her.
"Do you want me, nightshade?"
"I want you," Her legs entwine around my body, anchoring me firmly to her.
"Right now.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Like the good girl that you are, you have other plans, don’t you?""I am a good girl, I am finishing what I started." I caress his neck tattoo with my lips. A soft, sweeping lick, and my fingers eagerly explore beneath his shirt. Every single muscle."Mmm." It’s the only thing he can say before I put my mouth on his again.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“If you keep wiggling on my dick like that, you’ll end up impaled on it like a fish on a hook.”
She froze for a second. “But… fish are pierced through.”
“Exactly.” I smirked darkly. “Think about it.”
Her body stiffened and I felt her embarrassment radiating through her skin as her cheeks flushed a deep red. Beautiful.
“You’re a maniac,” she whispered sharply.
“Me? No, I’m not…” I let out a low chuckle, leaning closer to her ear. “I’m a succubus demon, remember? Fish memory, ashpetal?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Oh shit, Desmond… you want to kill me…” she panted out, trembling in the ropes.
“No, babe,” I purred darkly, leaning close to her ear, “I just want to leave you breathless, with my name on your lips as the last thing you ever scream. Not a safe word. My name. Understood?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Shhh…” she hushed me, then leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “Be a good boy and fuck me again.”
Pause.
“Rough.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“And suddenly, everything changes. The way her dark brown eyes gaze at me through her eyelashes, how her lips curl up in one irresistible smile and how the tone of her voice becomes sassy and, at the same time, does not allow any objection. With a twitch in my trousers, I accept that she is suddenly the most delicious dessert in the restaurant.”
― Helly Mayers, Find Me

“Now, forget about everything else. Forget about your God, forget about anything beyond the feel of my tongue on your needy little cunt. Just focus on me, on the pleasure only I can give you. Can you do that for me, my naughty girl?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Naughty kitten…” I murmured, grinning as I brought my hand up to my lips and slowly licked the tender spot where her teeth had marked me, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood. My tongue traced the small indentations she left as if savoring her rebellion. “Naughty… naughty little thing…”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“He charged at me, grabbing me by the neck. I flinched as he lifted me slightly off the ground. The witch just watched, arms crossed, eyebrows raised like this was some trivial drama she’d seen a hundred times.
“Oh, darling,” he hissed, voice low and venomous like a snake ready to strike, “you can’t just do that to demons. Did you really want to get rid of me?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“You’ll be mine, babe. You’ll be…” slap
“You’ll be…” slap
His tongue slid over my neck, licking the spot where he’d bitten me.
“You’ll be mine.” slap”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Desmond, slow down!” I yelped, panic spiking in my chest.
He didn’t even acknowledge me. Instead, he accelerated, the engine’s roar rising into a feral growl as my dress whipped up to my knees, exposing my thighs to the cold morning air.
“It’s strange…” his deep voice rumbled against my back, amusement lacing each word. “A couple days ago, in your dreams, you were screaming, ‘Desmond, faster… more… more… yes… yes… harder, harder!”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“But his anger only turned me on more. His deep, rough voice. His dominance. The risk. It was fire and I wanted to burn.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“I was already on my knees in front of him, staring up with parted lips, my breath ragged. He looked down at me with a malicious, hungry smile. “What is it, love? You want to taste me? You want my cock?” He brought the head to my lips, circling it around them, smearing pre-cum across my skin. It dripped down, cupping every beautiful, pulsing vein running along his shaft. My mouth flooded with saliva, so thick and warm it felt filthy and perfect.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“It’s torture, Desmond…” I breathed, my whole body aching to finish, to do anything but stand here full of him and pretend I was still whole.
His low laugh was pure sin. “My favorite kind of torture.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“My bad girl who only ever wanted to be good… for me.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Ashpetal, if you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you on this bike again.”
She just laughed in my face. “It’s settled, then.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Desmond! That was a new dress,” I hissed in a whisper, but he only grunted against my neck, breathing heavily.
“I’ll buy you a better one then.” His finger slid inside me and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“She swallowed nervously, blinking. “Are you… proposing to me?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No, darling. It’s better than a marriage proposal.”
Her eyes narrowed playfully. “What could be better than that?”
I bit my lower lip, smiling devilishly. “A cock and heart proposal.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Ani som sa nenazdala a už som ležala na chrbte. Ren sa ku mne sklonil a zmocnil sa mojich úst v horúcom bozku. Chcela som ho chytiť okolo krku a objať, no chytil mi ruky a prišpendlil mi ich o posteľ nad mojou hlavou.”
― Rea Fortune, Zachránená

“We really shouldn’t do this.”
― Sara Cate, The Good Girl Effect