Erotic Historical Romance Novels & Stories

A LOVE FOR SPANKING - 2 He wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed her passionately. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue softly prodded, asking permission to enter her mouth. Erica opened, granting him entry. Dave's hands roamed her firm body. His fingers brushed against her hardening nipples. He lifted Erica up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the couch and laid her down softly. His mouth explored, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. She ran her hands through his shaggy brown hair as she arched her back. His mouth found her nipple, and he teasingly circled it with his tongue before clamping down, causing Erica to moan loudly.

she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive purr as she arched her back, deliberately sliding her body against his, reminding him of exactly where they were. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him back into her slick warmth, demanding the conclusion to the storm they had started. Roman's eyes darkened to near black, the last shreds of his legendary control snapping completely. "No," he growled, his voice thick with wild lust. "I'm definitely not done." He gripped her hips with bruising force, lifting her slightly before driving into her with a fierce, possessive need that made Mila scream his name into the empty office.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

“Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the filthy little thing you are.” God. Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright. My nails dug into his skin and Alaric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic. I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I was making. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

My gown was nothing but a crumpled emerald ruin bunched around my waist, diamonds still sparkling at my ears and throat like they hadn’t witnessed the complete undoing of their wearer. Noah slid out from between my thighs next, cock still glistening, semi hard and flushed dark. He pressed a slow, filthy kiss to my mouth, tasting the remnants of Steve on my tongue, then pulled back with a soft groan. “Jesus, Darcie,” he murmured, voice wrecked.

But she stayed still, letting the control, the anticipation, the tension build inside her. And as Eric moved behind her one final time, brushing his fingers lightly down her spine, Jane knew she had crossed a line she could never return from. She was his. All of her senses, all of her thoughts, all of her desire belonged to him,her pussy cried for his touch,her nipples now reddish. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am yours.” Eric’s hand hovered at her shoulder, light and commanding. “Good,” he murmured. “Because this… this is only the beginning.”

“I mean, God, Vienne. I almost feel sorry for you for having to suffer through such cold, meaningless fucks every night with that lump. Well… Until this one came along, anyway.” She glanced down at Urban’s body with a vindictive mutter and kicked his limp leg. “Stupid idiot,” she muttered. “I almost had him in love with me as well. All he had to do was say your name, and he would’ve been trapped in my spell, but the jackass refused. I was actually looking forward to sampling him, because this one… Mmm.” She licked her lips and hummed deep in her throat. “Oh, yes. This one looked as if he knew how to properly please a woman. Tell me, Vienne.” She leaned closer. “He gave amazing orgasms, didn’

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that