Spicy Romance Quotes

“Lust is so sweet when flavoured with guilt.”
― Elijah Wingnut, Vegas then Rome

“Tell me," he said roughly, "does that taste like the kiss of someone who's lying?”
― Ana Huang, The Defender

“Now she wants them together on Gwen’s absurdly plush bed. She wants to know what Gwen tastes like- everywhere.”
― Emma R. Alban, Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

“If this book isn’t banned in Texas by the time I’m done, I haven’t done this topic justice!”
― Michelle Hazen, Kiss and Tell: How to Write Unforgettable Sex Scenes

“Let my eyes feast on you... before my mouth does.”
― Velrith Rose, The Ruin I Chose

“The Love Trilogy is not a fantasy; it’s the truth that most people are too afraid to tell. Isabelle isn’t a character; she’s a reminder. A living memory of what it means to be human in love, in loss, in life.”
― Mara Jane, Life As It Is: Take It or Leave It

“This is for the autistic women who have a special interest in romance. Who have been chronically misunderstood or given a million labels before finding one that truly fits. For the ones who love love. Who know that there is resistance in joy.
This is for autistics who fuck, basically.”
― Elle McNicoll, Unapologetic Love Story

“She’s in yer keepin’, lad. Whate’er she’s done—whate’er she is—ye still hae a choice. Ye can take her like a brute an’ make her dread every nicht that follows… or ye can show her exactly who ye really are, a man o’ honour. Dinnae go tae her bed angry.” - Fergus”
― Kimber H. Kinkaid

“You’re not the first mistake I’ve made.”

“Good.” Ella gently nudged him down, urging him to follow his hand. “I’ll be the best mistake you ever made, promise.”
― Larkin Calder, Ford's Edge: An Opposites Attract Ranch Romance

“I can’t let that happen. I can’t let someone else show her this world, not when I know how good I can make it for her. I actually care about her, unlike any of these strangers. I could unfurl every stunning petal and show her everything her body is capable of. I could keep her safe. Arguably this is the right thing to do. Better me than some fucking arsehole with a trust fund and a worn copy of 50 Shades of Grey.”
― Juno Rose North

“Touch your pussy, baby. I like it better when you're desperate to come. You're so sweet and obedient.”
― Cassie Truett, Playing With Fire

“Like I told you when I stopped by your hut earlier, if you want to stare at me with your mouth open, running your mouth, I’d rather have you on your knees. I have better uses for your mouth than to listen to you talk down about yourself,”
― A. Hold, Lost Darlings

“It’s because I’m tired,” I say weakly. “So fucking tired. Anger requires so much, I’d rather enjoy what little I have…and survive another day.” - Briar, Bulletproof”
― K.M. Moronova, Bulletproof

“If worshipping you is what you ask, I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees”
― H.D. Carlton, Does It Hurt?

“The sea is a mirror, a cleanse, and a gift for your soul.”
― Gigi Kingston

“I’ve been numb for so fucking long; I hadn’t even realized what I’ve become. For more than two decades, I’ve been a shell. A husk. An automaton in a world of gray, meting out violence and death while praying for vengeance. And Violette is the technicolor dream I’d never dared to hope for.”
― Chiara Forestieri, Venom Sweeter than Honey: A Super Spicy Fantasy Romance w/ Plot & Emotional Depth

“Their grimy, sun-kissed faces aged them by a decade, proof that a god’s love caused more harm than good.”
― Ayla Yergin, Garden of Gods: A Spicy Dark Romantasy

“When his fingers gently slipped beneath the lace of her underwear, caressing the most sensitive part of an always sensitive body, she bucked her hips and made a desperate sound. For hers was a body that felt everything all at once. The rush of every other living thing and every sensory atom in the air. So when Tom touched her, it was almost too pleasurable to bear.
She watched the realization hit him as he stroked her. He observed how she whimpered and moaned. In the past, with other men, the knowledge of her sensitivity had turned them into mindless, greedy animals, but Raina could see wonder pass through Tom’s dark eyes. His gaze shot to hers and he was looking at her as though she were something to be worshipped.
“Oh, sweetheart. You feel it all, don’t you?”
He continued to stroke, whispering sweet things in her ear while she half sobbed. She caught words like “beautiful” and “perfect” as he slipped his fingers inside her, and the sensation was so overwhelming, she almost blacked out.”
― Elle McNicoll, Unapologetic Love Story

“You feel so good in me,” she breathed, and he made a pained sound. He was fighting his own orgasm while hers was flickering into fire. Her whole body felt hot, and when he kissed her breasts, she whispered that she was starting to come. He kissed her hard and then buried his face in her neck, thrusting deeply and keeping his pace as she suddenly felt everything disappear. The twisting tightness in her body rippled and then broke apart. She came hard, floating in the most beautiful place in the world. A place between asleep and awake, where an orgasm ripped the mask away— insisting that she see the true beauty in herself. In everything.
This was normally a momentary bliss, soon followed by cold reality, but not with him. With him, the moment lingered. The feelings didn’t dissipate; they grew stronger.
The erotic ache between her legs was only minorly soothed by her orgasm, and when he came moments later, she knew that her perfume was all over him and that what they’d done was just a tiny canapé compared to what was going to come.
They lay together, breathing audibly for a few minutes before she finally met his gaze. His pupils were fully dilated and he looked at her with unabashed desire. She knew she should make some charismatic quip, perhaps something about ruining the sofa.
But she was still drunk with arousal, so she said, “I love how you fuck me.”
― Elle McNicoll, Unapologetic Love Story

“The journey upstairs was an unreliable memory in Raina’s mind. She remembered only him on her as they staggered into her room. Falling back against the bed, him following behind her with intent that made her feel boneless.
He choked out her name the second time around. On the third, she lazily rode him until he lost control. When he took her from behind, there was something primal about it, making her feel pleasure in a way that was completely new. She took the pillowcase between her teeth and huffed out a breath as he moved in her, building from beautiful slowness to an unforgiving rhythm that made her scream.
When he kissed her, he held her face in both of his hands as though she were something precious to him. The animalistic was merged with a fierce sort of tenderness and it left both of them exhausted.
The food downstairs was completely forgotten. Raina was not hungry.
She’d indulged in a different kind of feast. She was completely satisfied.”
― Elle McNicoll, Unapologetic Love Story

“Poor Sunny’s got no clue how hard I’m willing to work for it. Doesn’t she see? “It’s not yours anymore, sweetheart. The orgasm’s already mine.”
“What?”
I breathe her in, stroking my nose along her hairline. She smells good. Like the most dangerous of consequences. Can’t stop myself from licking her shoulder for another taste of that heady salt/sugar/sex combination.
No flower and citrus perfume here. Just her. That’s the scent I want.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“This is what I love. Learning a woman, playing her like an instrument.
“Do it,” I urge, my words a dirty counterpoint to her accelerating exhalations. “Come hard for me, sweet girl.”
There is nothing better than this— her entire frame seizing, her insides clenching up, and her teeth sinking into my thumb. Rae is so gorgeous in these few seconds that she looks suspended out of place and time, caught inside something that is as much like pain as pleasure. It’s magnetic the way she’s lost, and there’s nothing left in her warm, soft frame but bliss. I could watch her for hours. Her utterly unselfconscious grimace, slowly ebbing until there’s nothing but peace on her face.
“Good,” I grunt, my voice in tatters. “That’s it. There you go.” I hug her through her entire climax, soaking it up, feeling it vibrate through me, my dick aching with a need that I could ignore for hours if this is what I get in return. All this syrupy pleasure. Epic and raw and mine. Mine.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“She bites my lip. I lick into her mouth. She groans, and I eat that too.
This kiss... it's nothing like what I've done before. It's not a stepping stone on the way to something. Not part of some accepted agenda. It's not even like the big, open-mouthed kisses I've done in scenes, which are more about physically dominating a partner than intimacy. I'm out of control, wild, and I resent her for it. For the way I can't think straight, see straight, can only twist and bite... and want.
"Oh god, Grant," she sighs, and I feel huge. Bigger than the goddamn world.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“My thumb strokes lightly down her soaking middle, opening her up to my view. “So fucking soft.” I’ve got no choice but to push her wide and dive in, face-first.
Big, big mistake. Because the taste of this woman’s pussy, on a scale of one to sell your soul to the devil, is beyond infinity. I’m a man possessed, driven by a need that’s insatiable.
It should freak me out, but that’s the thing about the best/worst mistakes. When you’re in the depths of one, it feels so goddamn good that you don’t care how wrong it is.
So, yeah, that’s where I am. Halfway to perdition. And fucking glad to be there.
Instead of slow-build seduction, I’ve gone straight to growling, open-mouthed feast. “Been dying for this,” I mutter, forcing myself to pull back and stare at how much pinker she’s gone in the last few seconds.
A second later, I dive back in, give her my tongue, my nose, and, hell yes, nip her with my teeth. She’s bucking toward me like she wants more. Like she’s close.
With effort, I give my hand space to slide in and explore her slickness with my knuckles and then stroke her open, gently, like she’s made of soft petals, and what the hell is happening? I’ve never once thought of flowers when I’ve done this.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“I am shocked by how soft his mouth is this time. How tender.
Just a dry swipe of his lips to mine, careful, though not tentative. He’s not asking if he can have me. He’s learning, listening, testing. If our kiss at the club was a wild, carnivorous massacre this is a slow, sensuous feast.
My mouth is so sensitive that just that first touch makes me whimper.
Grant pulls back with a quiet, shhhhh, before diving in again, his gaze glued to my mouth like he’s hungry. Wants more. Can’t stop.
Until the kiss isn’t exploring anymore; it’s taking. Drinking, then biting, tugging at my bottom lip, and letting it go. His cheek rubs against mine, sandpaper rough. His mouth smells like me, like sex.
With an irritable grunt, he changes his angle and licks deeper, his tongue making the kiss carnal instead of sweet, and so ravenous that I feel echoes of it between my thighs.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“We fucked all night. Three times, at least. I’ve been inside her fast and furious, a little rough. Oh, hell, then the wild, twisty feel of her going tight around me while I tickled her through an extended orgasm. Laughing, playing. Things I’ve never done quite like this.
Then I spent at least an hour under the blankets playing with her body, exploring her. Tasting and sucking and breathing her in until I’d memorized every muscle, freckle, and curve.
Even now, after all that, I want more.
It should scare me, but it’s like my body’s taken over, and the control’s flown the coop, and oh, yes, she’s wet again, and pliant and smiling and ready.
Sex has never been this easy, this bright. Happy.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“And I love this too.”
“You do?” I ask, bending to kiss the slightly furred center of his abs and then lower, to where the hair gathers darker and curlier, right at the base of his absolutely glorious cock. “What about this?” I ask, letting my breath play along his shaft until it’s again at full-mast.
I say again because we have just literally finished what Grant calls making love and I call a good, hard fucking. Mostly to mess with him.
“I know you love that, you little brat.”
“Do you? How?”
“Because you let me put it deep inside you.”
“Mmmmmm. What else?”
“You let me fuck you with it. Tease you.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“This is what it means to be a romantic in a filthy world and survive it anyway”
― K.C. Gray, Discovery

“This ass drives me crazy every time you wear one of those short skirts,” he growled.
She laughed, kissing him again.”Is that what you thought about when you followed me through the woods, my ass?” she asked, breathless.
“Tried not to,” he said and bit her bottom lip. “But it didn’t work.”
She moaned, the feel of his fingers barely touching her driving her wild.
“Is that what you wanted, brave girl? You wandered through the woods hoping the big bad wolf would find you?”
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her, the wetness that coated the top of her legs. His words were so close to what she’d secretly fantasized about.
“Not the big bad wolf,” she breathed. “You.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“The earth was cool and damp on her back, a stark contrast to the heat of Rafe’s body on hers. Leaves tangled in her hair as Rafe stroked into her fast and hard. She wrapped her legs around him and rocked up, angling herself so every thrust built the pleasure higher and higher.
Rafe kept up his punishing pace, sweat slicking their bodies until Ruby squirmed beneath him. She was so close, but her orgasm was just out of reach.
She whimpered her frustration. Rafe nipped at her neck before moving onto his knees, taking Ruby with him. His arms were under her thighs angling her up to him, his cock hitting a tender, aching spot inside of her. He found her clit with his thumb and rubbed. Hard. Fireworks flashed behind Ruby’s eyelids.
She moaned his name to the treetops.
“Better?” he asked, the grin apparent in his voice even when she wasn’t looking at him.
“Keep going,” she panted.
He gripped her ass tight with one hand, supporting her weight, and rubbed her clit with the other hand, thrusting into her with long, slow strokes.
“Come for me, brave girl.”
His gruff words, his bruising grip on her body, the way he held her gaze as he gave her what she needed. It was too much. Ruby shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she let loose, spewing an unintelligible string of words and gasps and moans.
Rafe gave her no time to recover before her ass was back in the dirt and he was plowing into her, growling her name. It didn’t take long. He had been close since she had him in her mouth, but he’d held back. But now he came hard, shudders racking his big body.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf