Best Steamy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Her orgasm hit like a wave, she shrieked loudly, her legs shaking with intensity and tightening around me. She clawed my back, tears trailing down her cheeks, as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. I followed, thrusting deep one last time as climax tore through me. I shot thick spurts of my cum into her warm, welcoming cunt. We collapsed together on the bed, breathless and sweaty. She was mine, all mine. And as for Steven? All he could do was look, but he'd never touch. I wouldn't let him. I'd make sure no man got to explore Madeleine's body ever again.

Ready And Wet For My Step daddy 7 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.

“Hmm, yes it is. You're enjoying this Miss Fisher.” “No, Sir, I'm not. Honestly. I just want to pass, Sir. That's all.” “Well that's not what your p***y is telling me. Look it's getting really juicy now.” He said, slipping in his finger. “Oh, yeah, really juicy. You're enjoying it.” “I'm not.” She said holding his hand there. Janet's bum was moving towards his crotch as he withdrew his fingers, smearing her juices over the crack of her bum. She moaned, lifting it even higher towards him.

It’s thick, veined, the head already glistening. My tongue darts out instinctively, and Carl groans, his hips jerking forward. The first taste of him is salt and musk, and I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can. His grip in my hair tightens, guiding me, forcing me to relax my throat as he hits the back. “That’s it,” Dame’s voice murmurs in my ear. “Take him like a good little whore.” Carl’s other hand slides between my legs, two fingers plunging inside me without warning.

He shoved his huge width into her, stretching her pussy until she thought she would break. "AAHHH! Zane! It's so thick!" "Hold on to me, Lily!" Zane shouted. The Masterpiece of Flesh Zane began to pound into her. This was the steamiest, messiest sex Lily had ever had. Every time he pushed, the paint on their bodies mixed together. Red and gold smeared across his chest and her stomach. The sound of their bodies hitting was wet and loud. Slap. Squelch. Slap. The erotica of the studio was raw. Zane was biting her shoulders, leaving marks that mixed with the red paint. He was pulling her hair, moving her head so he could look into her eyes. He wanted to see her pleasure.

"I want to see it." The woman beneath the Alpha let out a shaky breath, her manicured fingers reaching up to grip my chin. Her skin was hot, covered in a thin layer of sweat. She pulled my face back to hers, her wet lips pressing against mine again, her tongue sliding past my teeth with a slow, heavy rhythm. She tasted like the Alpha, dark and bitter, mixed with her own sweet juices. "Ah... god," she whispered into my mouth, her hips bucking up to meet the Alpha's heavy weight as he continued to break her in from behind.

Steve kissed me deeply, urgently, and I kissed him back, desperately roaming my hands all over his hard body, wanting to feel every part that I remember so well from our previous trysts, wanting to feel him in me, on me, all around me. His hands reached under my skirt, still supporting me off the ground and I felt his welcome fingers tracing the folds of my sex whenever there was enough distance between our bodies for him to do so. I couldn’t believe what a wonderful release it felt like just to have his hands on me again, to be able to squeal my pleasure at his touch without worrying about who might overhear. “Fuck me, Daddy, I need you inside me,” I whispered in his ear. Steve took a step

And when we tore apart, the fire in his stormy gray orbs that burned with the same heat, making a mess of my core. Trapped between his large, muscular arms, restraint clouded his features, the war in his eyes making my nipples jut against my sheer nightgown. “I won’t settle for one kiss.” I breathed between my panting. “Two kisses then. And two thrusts.” His smirk was a little too cunning, too wicked. Nothing good ever came from bargaining with my devil. But this once, would he let me win? My legs quivered from the lust burning under my skin. I stared at his lips, avoiding his eyes for fear of what I might find there.

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.