Novel & Cerita Hot Historical Romance Novels

“Good girl, taking every inch. Your mouth feels better than I imagined all those nights I stroked myself thinking about shutting you up.” I looked up at him with watery eyes, loving the way he lost control, hips snapping faster until he pulled out and came across my tits in hot thick ropes. I rubbed it into my skin, feeling filthy and more alive than ever. By evening the tension was unbearable. Nicholas’s possessiveness grew with every touch. He’d brush past me in the kitchen, hand squeezing my ass hard, whispering “Mine” under his breath when no one could hear. I craved him, needed his roughness, his control, and his cock. The forbidden pull made everything hotter, and riskier.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

With each touch and whispered promise, Aaron's possessiveness and determination to claim Lisa as his own were palpable, their connection transcending words as they surrendered to their primal desires, their bodies melding together in a passionate embrace, their souls becoming one in the fiery depths of their love. The touch of Aaron's skin against Lisa sends shivers down her spine, igniting a fire of passion that burns deep within. Every caress, every kiss, is laden with the weight of shared history and affection, creating a bond that feels unbreakable. As they lose themselves in each other embrace, time seems to stand still, and the rest of the world fades away. There's a sense of vulnerabi

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She clasped her hands together, her eyes shined more brightly, and for a second, he took his time to examine it, her eyes shining beautifully. "So, this is my old bookstore where I used to come and purchase books. I mostly read books about law, and best sellers." It was as if she wanted to tell him a secret, because she appeared shy now. "I also read romance novels here." Sucker up. He was supposed to be frowning right now, but then, he was walking along the stacks, "Who are your favorite authors?" She seemed excited to talk to him, had she never said this to anyone before? She fastened her steps, her strapping her blazer over her white shirt underneath, "Julia Quinn! I love her historical r

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

I genuinely didn’t know if I loved Meadow. But this was a different kind of situation, so I just avoided the question. “Not your damn business.” Nolan shoved out a breath, shaking his head. “So you don’t.” My jaw ticked. Nolan’s voice was still calm. “For a while, I thought she was just a gold digger, because there was no way you’d ever meet someone and marry her in such a short period of time. But then… you reacted to her touch, and it hit me that that was the main reason you married her—you know, apart from stopping our mother from grilling you about getting a wife or getting back together with Clarissa.”

SAMRAT POV : I was staring at my sleeping beauty , my beautiful wife. The word ' wife ' fills my heart with so much satisfaction. Her nose has turned red due to crying for the whole night. She fell asleep early in the morning. Her cheeks are embedded with hand prints. Yesterday I became very angry hearing from her that she wants to leave me. I will give her anything she desires but freedom. Freedom from me is the last word I want to hear from her.