Erotic Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Nothing else existed but him. His scent was a raw, masculine mix of rain, expensive cologne, and pure, unbridled desire. The feel of his skin is hot and impossibly smooth against my tongue. The way his precum coated my taste buds was like the first intoxicating sip of the finest, most forbidden alcohol. He was so heavy, so thick, that I had to stretch my jaw wide, straining to take him all in, to accommodate his sheer, overwhelming size. “Good girl,” he groaned, the words a guttural rasp of approval that vibrated through his cock and straight into my soul. His hips flexed forward, pushing himself deeper.

"I don't believe we are enemies. Do enemies kiss like this? Do they want each other the way we do? And I don't want to stop here, not now, Ryder. I want to go all the way to the end." His heart leaped inside of him - in a funny-saddened way. He was supposed to be punished by her people but here he was, pushed to the edge of the bed and being succumbed to the affections of a pretty woman. He as well would love to see the end of this exciting passion that they both shared. But it was dangerous, tantalizing but dangerous. He leaned forward, pulling her head down to meet his wanting mouth. She tasted like lemon grass mixed with vanilla - a taste of their passion. But he wanted more.

“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. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper until my nose brushed against his pubic hair. The salty, masculine taste of him filled my senses. “God, fuck… you’re a natural,” he groaned, weaving his fingers through my hair and gripping tighter.

"I can see your smile. Fuck! you love this, don’t you? Your tits feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. Look at how they bounce, all flushed and needy." He reached down, pinching one nipple hard, making her gasp as he continued to slide through her cleavage. The erotic sight of his thick shaft disappearing into her soft flesh, emerging shiny and slick, drove him wild, the taboo act making her drip onto the floor beneath her. Unable to hold back, Adam pushed her gently but firmly, her back hitting the counter behind her with a soft thud. He came down over her, capturing one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his tongue lashed it relentlessly.

He lathered his cock with my wetness and all I could do was moan and cry for more. I felt him release one hand then felt the hand between our hips. He was going to put his cock in and I couldn't wait. I moaned and shuddered when he grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip at my entrance. Anthony brought his lips closer to mine, making us breathe into each other's mouth. I looked at him through hooded eyes, seeing the passion and flushed expression on his face. “I hate you so fucking much,” he said heatedly. “I love you so much,” I said and he moaned.

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

A mess. My cock’s finally getting what it’s been crying out for—grinding against his rock-hard abs as we move together like animals in heat. It's filthy. It’s desperate. It’s somehow still romantic. Burns so good, I might actually cry about it later. Do I feel loved? Absolutely. More than loved. Vital. Do I love him? There’s more to it than that. I choose him.

He feels the subtle tensing of her muscles beneath his touch. His fingers explore, tracing the soft, delicate skin, moving higher, unerringly. He feels the dampness immediately, a warm, slick welcome. She’s soaking. The realization hits him with a wave of exhilarating confirmation. Despite the hate in her eyes, despite the desperate struggle of her body, her desire is undeniable, a physical testament to the raw truth he’s always suspected. The scent of her, sharp and musky with arousal, fills his nostrils, intoxicating him.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier