Erotic Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Gabby whispered as Terrence attacked her lips. "I promise you. you won't regret this." Terrence said in between kisses as he lifted her in a bridal style and carried her into his room. He made love to her passionately. He pleasured her to the heights she never thought she could reach. They both couldn't get enough of each other. ............................................................ The next morning, Gabriela woke up with someone showering kisses on her face. She opened her eyes to find herself staring into the eyes of the most handsome man in the world.

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms. Ellie pulls back from her kiss, lips parted in a gasp I can’t hear through the glass. The man’s mouth widens into a shit-eating grin of pure indulgence. His hand slaps Ellie’s beautiful ass again and this time I can hear a faint Oh! of erotic bliss escape her lips. Her hips rock slowly back and forth. His arm moves up and down. I can’t see what they’re doing, but I’ve seen enough p**n to know that he is fingering the woman I came to declare my love for.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

I touch her skin, pale and pliant and softer than cash- mere. I kiss her skin, painting her cake-batter complexion vixen red. I don’t know why I left my lipstick on. Maybe so I could leave my lipstick on her. Taryn’s spine curves as my tongue loops hoops around her nipples. My palms shift to her sides, drift to her thighs. I lower my head. She raises her hips. My mouth cruises along her sex, the color of pink champagne and the flavor of pineapple and red velvet cake. I tunnel through her cunt, lust glazing my lips.

“He’d finally found a woman of the same social status after all the trouble, and she had a miscarriage because of me. He must have hated me to the core. It’s already merciful of him to make me leave with nothing.” Christina could not help but mock herself. Matthew felt angry on her behalf. “Tell me, who’s the secret lover?” “It’s his current fiance!” “What?” Matthew’s eyes widened all of a sudden. “Serena was his secret lover back then?”

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

It hit him like a wave, sending chills through his body. His vision was blurry, but he could make out a woman placing food on their table. One of the maids, probably sent by Diego. He couldn’t see her face, just her back, but he knew—the scent was hers. And something stirred. For the first time in a year of suffering from erectile dysfunction, he felt a tingling. A twitch. He checked. Sure enough—it was slightly hard. Because of that scent. On impulse, Gray stood up and followed her. His brothers called out, but he ignored them. He was dizzy and everything was spinning, but he couldn’t fight the pull. His body was screaming with need.

He shifted his hips, causing his dick to waggle sideways between my lips. And then I tasted him. It was a salty, musky, profoundly masculine taste. It was the taste of his skin, of his sweat, of us. And to my utter horror, I found myself salivating. My mouth craved him. I kept inhaling that irresistible scent, and together with the taste, it awakened a strong, undeniable longing inside me. The feel of his cockhead, moving laterally between my lips, was exciting in a way that bypassed all reason and morality.