Historical Romance Novels With Steamy Love Scenes Novels & Stories

"Makes it much better." I froze, I wanted to scream and get out of the water but I couldn't. Alexander stood there, waiting. Slowly, carefully, I leaned in. My lips brushed his—light, hesitant, quick. The taste of him lingered, warm and electric, sending a jolt straight through me. I pulled back instantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment, my chest heaving. “That’s it!” the director exclaimed. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” I turned away, trying to hide my flustered expression. Alexander, of course, looked calm. But his eyes were on me, unreadable and deep, as if he was thinking something he didn’t dare say aloud.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Eternal Claim The British ship was closing in fast, its sails full and cannons ready. My crew scrambled across the deck of “The Siren’s Fury”, loading cannons and preparing weapons. The air was thick with tension and the smell of gunpowder. But my focus was entirely on the man still tied to my bed below deck, Captain Diego Vargas, my captured prize and now my lover. I descended into my cabin, my leather corset still open, my body marked with his bites and my own scratches from our earlier passion. Diego lay on my large bed, naked and hard, his cock standing thick and ready even after everything we had done.

His hot breath fanned my skin as he kissed my cheeks,lips,jaw,In between my breasts my stomach before stopping at my snatch. He Blew cool breeze on it before licking my little nub. His fingers continued their assault as his tongue licked and sucked all the nectars, making me to jerk and buck my hips. Soon his tongue created stabbing notions as……I screamed into the bright day, climbing my climax as I found my release. I laid on the bed, feeling weak and tired as he covered me with the blanket before placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. .. .. 💕Lady Katherine’s POV💕

she decided, needing a distraction from the silence. She changed into a soft, sleeveless beige knit dress that fell to her mid-thigh. She got comfortable in the center of her large bed, propping her laptop on a pillow and scrolling through a streaming service, her boredom making her restless. She needed something immersive. Her cursor hovered over a popular, steamy historical drama known for its explicit scenes. “Perfect,” she chirped, clicking play.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

He did not change and was sleeping in an awkward position. Ginny smiled as she walked towards him and removed extra clothes. She could not believe this man at all. As she covered him with blanket, she laid next to him and looked at his face who was snoring softly. She was angry with him for eight years. She hated him for eight years and now she was in love with him. It is said that the hate after love and the love after hatred is the most strongest. She never thought she would marry him but now here she was. Not only she married him but she was ready to make future with him.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

“Move closer.” Fear and something hotter warred inside me. I told myself I was only obeying to avoid his anger, but my body moved forward until I stood barely an arm’s length away. His heat radiated toward me. His scent — that intoxicating wild musk — made my head spin and my core clench with sudden, shameful need. “Look at me.” I lifted my gaze. His green eyes locked onto mine, dark with an intensity that stole my breath. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

My fingers tightened around the cup until the plastic dented. “Asher—” He kissed me. Not soft. Not careful. The same hungry, open-mouthed kiss from that night… tongue sliding against mine, body pressing flush so I could feel exactly how much he still wanted me. One hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back. The other gripped my waist hard, fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt just enough to burn against bare skin. I made a small sound against his mouth. He swallowed it and kissed me deeper, like he was trying to erase every careful distance I’d put between us since.