Erotic Historical Romance Novels & Stories

She was very addicted to his passionate kiss and only then did she feel the pain again when he suddenly pushed it harder and finally his whole hardness buried into her. "Ahhgggh!" She even moaned inside his mouth. She was also overwhelmed by the sudden pain but he did not release her mouth. He moved slowly over her while still kissing her passionately. Eventually, he stopped kissing her as he moved faster and faster. "Ahhhh .. Unggghhh!" the pain she once felt was being replaced by a strange sensation. Her hips were also rising to keep up with the man's movements. She was moving rhythmically with his body. "Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!" They moaned at the same time.

Eric kissed Katrina passionately and Katrina kissed him back. Gosh!!, he's a good kisser. Eric couldn't believe Katrina was kissing him back. Her lips tastes so good. He could still taste the wine she drank earlier on in her mouth. He started romancing her while they kept on kissing. He placed his hands on her breasts and she stepped back. Katrina felt his hands on her breasts and came back to her senses. She stepped back immediately interrupting the kiss and was panting for breath.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

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.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

He penetrates me harshly, making me run my hands through his black hair. In reality, I was crazy about him, more than crazy, I was infatuated with him and I wouldn't let him go, that's what I promised myself. The more he does this to me, the more I fall in love with him. His hands hold my hips tightly until I come into him. He raises his head and a fluid comes out, which he licks as if it were chocolate.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

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.

Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever

“I’ve been hard since the moment you stretched on those fucking shelves.” Before I could respond, he spun me around and lifted me onto the edge of the dining table in one smooth motion. My back hit the polished wood as he shoved my thighs apart, stepping between them. His mouth crashed down on mine,hungry, demanding. I moaned into the kiss, weeks of tension exploding all at once. His tongue invaded my mouth while his hands roamed possessively over my body. “Sir…” I gasped when he broke the kiss. “Derick,” he corrected, biting my lower lip. “When my cock is inside you, you call me Derick.”