Novel & Cerita Erotic Historical Fiction

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Elaine bit her lower lip as she fought the aching, sweet feeling enveloping her. Her good samaritan was doing dirty things to her, things she hated but her body needed. How long would she continue to wade off his body? He pulled up the rest of her gown which settled above her succulent roes. Groaning, he took one hungry tiny nip into his mouth. He heard a gasp which was followed by a moan from her. By God, she was wet for him - slippery, tasty, and wet. The sweet, budding scent of her femininity was everything he prided on. Why was she fighting him off when her body ached for him?

“Don’t be embarrassed. Besides, while I didn’t know it had been that long I could tell it had been some time since you’d had a lover—” “How?” A wry smile crossed his face. “I haven’t forgotten one single thing about you, Natalia. Not the taste of you on my lips. Not your unique scent. And certainly not the tight feel of your pussy wrapped around my fingers.” A dark flush spread across her face as she puckered her lips into a tiny “oh” but then he pushed the tip of dick inside her and her expression took on an entirely different meaning altogether. He was done with talking. They would talk later. Right now he was more interested in claiming her and doing what he’d longed to do fifteen years a

She just desired so much more, that he should keep sending her to the abode of heaven. As Eric started to move so quickly against her, slamming and beating her until the sound of their colliding sexes began to reverberate throughout the entire room, she continued to solidify her position. An aura of the stench of cum pervaded the air around them, intensifying the lust that surrounded them.

The scent of old leather and Adrian’s unsettling cologne still clung to Isabella’s skin like smoke, hours after their conversation had ended. His voice haunted her—low, steady, almost too calm. “My next move… is to show you everything.” But she didn’t trust “everything” from Adrian Blackwood. His truths always came wrapped in riddles, softened with charm, and sharpened with intent. No, she’d find her answers.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The Amalfi villa had become more than a home; it had become the quiet center of a life neither Aiden nor Silas had ever believed possible. Twenty years had passed since the night the penthouse glass ran red and Lucien Moreau’s body cooled on marble. The stone walls had softened with time—bougainvillea now thick and wild, jasmine climbing higher than the roofline, lemon trees heavy with fruit planted by Marcus’s own hands during one long-ago summer. The terrace overlooking the cove was wider, the railing worn smooth by decades of hands resting there, watching sunsets, watching each other.

The warmth of her skin seeped through my fingertips, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Her breathing shifted, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but she didn't wake. I leaned in closer, my nose brushing against the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent the sweet, musky scent of her fragrance, mixed with a hint of the arousal she had been so eager to show me earlier. It made my head spin.