Erotic Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Adrian’s hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, as if by holding him, he could find something to ground himself in the storm. She kissed him back, fiercely, letting herself feel every inch of the longing, the frustration, the years of being apart. Her hands traced the hard lines of his jaw, the curve of his shoulder, the shudder in his breath. They pressed against each other, the cool stone around them turning into heat, their bodies igniting with a desperate need to connect, to be seen, to be real.

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

His tongue slid across my lips, probing, tasting, as if claiming me, tasting the very essence of my soul. A sickening warmth spread through me. It was wrong. It was so wrong. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t desire. This was possession. The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past my lips as if he were looking for something inside of me, something that I couldn’t escape. He tasted like ash, like something burnt and rotten—familiar, yet foreign. His taste coated my mouth, a bitter, metallic tang that made me want to gag. But I couldn’t pull away.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Because of her short size, she was perfect for kissing and he wrapped his arm around her waist and closed the distance between them and let his lips settle on hers. Warm and wet, soft and yet hard, he tasted her, and she responded. Wrapping her arms around him, returning his kisses. Her mouth opening to his gentle, probing tongue. Cheri's moans as much a turn on as her tight little body. Her innocence an aphrodisiac Gio hadn't anticipated. He wanted their Polyamory to teach her and yet he wished she could stay as innocent as she was right now. Willing, eager, yet sweet and shy.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Emma went on all fours and lowered her head, her breath hot against his skin as she hovered over him, her lips brushing the tip of his cock. A shudder ran through him, his hips twitching slightly as he waited. Emma’s tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of him, and a low moan escaped her throat. She wrapped her lips around the head, feeling his cock pulse against her tongue, thick and heavy, and she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Double Penetration (using fingers/toys), Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the master bedroom felt different. It was heavier, scented with my father's expensive cologne and my stepmother's floral perfume. It felt like a temple to their marriage, which made the fact that I was dragging Jade toward the center of the California King mattress feel like a holy war. We had already spent the last two hours in the shower, but I wasn't done. I was never done with her.

he asked in a husky voice that was as sweet. I could feel his growing erection at my backside. The ache in my pussy signaled my need, and I had to do something, anything, to quench its thirst. I turned and pulled him down for a kiss, my hands flying to catch on to his curls. His mouth danced with mine, painting his taste against my tongue and nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. When he sucked my tongue into his mouth, I moaned, signaling him to pick me up and take me to the bed. “Let me make you feel good, Rene.”

he stammered with shaky lips, "No way Eric, you are just a pervert! Nothing else!" Eric let out a loud laughter, his voice echoed through the room, "Do you think that I didn't see you staring at us? I knew you were standing beside the door watching us, that was why I wrapped my arms around her because I could sense it in your eyes not jealous you are'' he smirked deeply, "Yet again, I am able to take whatever you love, easy and peasy without any difficulty" he laughed loudly, his eyes sparkled with nothing but evil. "Oh goodness, did I say too much?" Eric scoffed, "I know you have always liked Genevieve, her perfect body and all that ignited the monster in you and let your list shine forth a