Novel & Cerita Historical Romance Novels With Steamy Love Scenes

“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?”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

The driver opened the door, and Elias stepped out first, turning immediately to offer his hand to Grace. The moment her fingers slid into his iron grip, the camera shutters fired in a manic, overlapping rhythm that turned the night completely white. Elias pulled her close against his side, his large hand wrapping firmly around her waist, his fingers splaying over the heavy emerald silk of her gown. The physical proximity was absolute; their bodies brushed together with every step they took up the red carpet. To the cameras, it was a display of breathless, high-society romance. To Grace, it was a beautifully staged cage match.

ISAAC Katya thinks she's so clever. She wore black down the aisle, convinced it would rattle me, invite gasps, sidelong glances, maybe even a muttered curse. It works, though not for the reason she expects. The instant I caught sight of her, lips painted blood-red, eyes blazing, that sinful dress skimming her perfectly shaped body, I know I could stare at her forever. She's absolutely breathtaking, and more than that, she's mine. In a few minutes she'll belong to me for the rest of our lives. I plan to see her in and, better yet, outof a thousand scandalous dresses.

An Erotica Collection Isabella's POV Richard came into our lives like a thunderstorm unexpected, and impossible to ignore. He was the man who married my mom 3 years after my father's death. He was too beautiful for a man. Broad shoulders, chiseled abs, a tattooed body, and a perfect jaw not only that, but he was huge down below. I told myself I hated him, but the truth was darker. I felt something I shouldn’t have from the first moment his eyes met mine, something dangerous and magnetic. Now, every time I hear his voice in the house, every time his cologne lingers in the hallway, I remember the messages from my secret online Dom, the man who made me confess my every hidden desire. And I can’

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Now, I finally found out — Summer had been attacked that night as well, and Victor’s orders had been: “Save Summer first.” My tears soaked into the paper, smudging his handwriting. “Alright,” I said softly but firmly into the silence. “If my marriage had been a lie all along, I’ll disappear from your life. Forever.” ... Once I made all the arrangements for my departure, I ended the call and put the folder where I had found it. Just then, I caught a familiar whiff of cigarette smoke and instinctively looked up. It was him. Victor walked in, his suit still chilly from the night air. He hugged me from behind, his warm chest pressed against my back. His voice was soft, low, and magnetic. “Why ar

My fingers twitched, wanting to reach for him, to pull him closer. “That’s what I thought.” He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth descended, claiming mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry, demanding, full of a banked fire I hadn’t known he possessed. His lips were soft, yet firm... pressing... exploring... His tongue, hot and insistent, swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting the whiskey, the desperation, the unspoken longing. I moaned, a soft, involuntary sound, and leaned into him, letting the chair creak beneath me. His hand left my jaw, moving to the nape of my neck, holding me steady as he devoured my mouth. I tasted him too, and it was intoxicating.

She repeated her question, seductive eyes roaming him from top to bottom. That was all it took for his hesitation to dissolve. He pulled her closer, arms circling her waist as he leaned into her. He deepened the kiss, erasing every reason he had to stop. They nibbled on each other’s lips, slowly, at first. Unrushed. But intensified when their souls were fully consumed, begging for a deeper connection. Their wet tongues tangled, mouths moving in sync with their lust towards each other. By the time they pulled away, they were breathless. Mouths swollen, tongues tingling, but they weren’t done.

My lips pressed softly against her, warm and gentle, just feeling her, sliding over her slit with the softest caresses. She gasped, eyes fluttering shut, but my fingers dug into her firm hips, forcing her to open them again. All my tangled emotions—anger, lust, longing—blazed in my gaze, silently pleading with her to meet my eyes. My lips moved again, stroking, nibbling, softly sucking, exploring every tender curve. A soft hiss left her lips, eyes wide and shimmering. There was a strange fire in her gaze as we stared at each other. I couldn’t place it, but it struck me deeply.