Clean Historical Romance Novels & Stories

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

“You’re cute. Something about the way you’re flustered gets to me and yes, I am turned on right now and that is because of you touching me. I can’t help how my body reacts, especially with a pretty woman touching me. So, forgive my reaction.” I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded my head then dipped the cloth into the bucket and squeezed. I hesitated before I sat beside him and ran the wet cloth along his strong thigh while forcing my eyes away from his cock. I cleaned his skin and hips, then his ass. Now, it was left for me to clean his cock and my body was high with a heat. My fingers were twitching to feel it. “Sandy… You don’t have to do that.” I shook my head. “No, I can. I will…”

We cleaned up eventually, but the night blurred into more—her riding me on the couch, me eating her out against the wall, filthy words whispered like prayers. By dawn, we were spent, tangled in sheets that reeked of us. Her head on my chest, fingers tracing my tattoos, and I knew this was it—the dark romance we'd been destined for. Filthy, raw, unbreakable. And fuck, I couldn't wait for more.

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I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

As if he were rediscovering me pulse by pulse. I sank into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shirt as if he might vanish if I let him go. The kiss grew deeper, but it wasn’t urgent. It was aching, filled with all the things we’d never said. With all the years of regret. With all the years of love that never went away. When we broke apart, we were still close, breathing each other in. “You still feel the same,” I whispered. “So do you,” he said. He traced his thumb along my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even known was falling. The gentleness of the gesture was my undoing.

I asked. "Wha..... what lovely hug? What passionate hug?" She retorted. "You don't remember hugging me?" I asked and she nodded nervously. "Yeah, I don't remember" she said. "Let me remind you then" I said as I moved closer to her and kissed her on the head. ..........to be continued

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.