Erotic Historical Romance Novels & Stories

“Weren’t you the one trying to act all holy and innocent? Now you’re staring at my cock like a desperate little whore.” He smeared the leaking precum across my lips. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and gave the head a kittenish lick before wrapping my lips around it. Lord Edmund inhaled sharply through his nose. I took more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head as best I could with my hands tied behind my back. The weight of him on my tongue was overwhelming. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper until my nose brushed against the dark hair at his base. The salty, masculine taste of him filled my senses completely.

Seducing the Alpha Azalea~ The memory of last night refused to leave me alone. Even as I sat at my desk the next morning, I could still feel Roman’s fingers buried deep inside me, the way his thumb had worked my clit until I shattered in the middle of his club. The way he had licked my cum off his fingers like he owned every drop. The way he had walked away, leaving me dripping and trembling like a fool. My hands shook slightly as I typed, thighs pressed tightly together under the desk. I hated how my body still ached for more. I hated how easily he could make me forget why I was really here — to ruin him.

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

“Taste it.” I leaned forward and closed my lips around his thumb, sucking gently. The salty, creamy flavor mixed with the taste of his skin. His breath hitched visibly. “Jesus, Lena,” he whispered. “You have no idea what that does to me.” By the third course—a seared duck breast with cherry reduction and toasted hazelnuts,the air between us felt electric. His foot had worked its way higher under the table, sliding along my inner thigh. I parted my legs slightly without thinking, letting him in. The rough pad of his foot pressed against the damp heat of my panties, rubbing in slow, maddening circles.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

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.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

Sliding into bed I fell asleep thinking of eyes; silvery blue moss and golden emerald green. The morning was slow going, we were going to be staying another night so I left all my belongings where they lay. I had just sat down to have tea when a knock sounded at my door. Checking to make sure I was at least fully clothed this time, I walked to the door. “Who… who’s there?” I asked timidly, not wanting a repeat of last night. “It’s Sean, are you ready to have breakfast m’lady?” He almost shouted through the door. Pulling it open, I grabbed his shirt and pulled Sean inside before closing the door behind him. He just gave me this blank stare… I reached up to cup his face like he had done… feeli