Raunchy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Nah, he doesn't look more than four. Did Louisa move on immediately he left New York for Australia five years ago? Is she that cold-hearted? it can't be. Although it turned out to be based on deceit, their love was intense and very reciprocal while it lasted. He had never seen anyone love as hard as she did. So, the possibility of her getting into another romantic affair immediately after him is low. Kingsley steps into the back seat of his silver Lamborghini, releasing the top button of his tuxedo for comfort. Hardy closes the door after him and then turns around to put the car in motion.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

He leaned down and boldly dragged his tongue along my center. I cried out, my fingers tangling in the sheets. Lucian’s 'lovemaking' was a choreographed dance; he hated anything too messy or raw. But Rowan Ashcroft was diving in like a wolf at a kill. The sounds he made were raunchy and unashamed, devouring me with a frantic intensity. His tongue flicked over my heat while his fingers buried themselves deep inside me. With the lethal precision of a hunter who knew exactly where to strike, he triggered a wave of pleasure so sharp I almost blacked out. But he didn't pull away; he drank through the climax, murmuring scandalous, filthy promises against my skin.

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

Impatience surged and boiled within him. “I don't care whose mistress she is now,” Ricardo said with a lecherous grin. “What matters is that her body is still enticing.” Ricardo's laughter grew louder. It echoed throughout the car as he sped along at high speed. “If she has indeed become someone's mistress, then she must be skilled at satisfying men by now.” Erotic fantasies filled Ricardo's mind, resulting in an immediate throbbing sensation down below. Ricardo groped his crotch. The tingling of desire began to show signs, making him even more impatient.

She’d never done it before, but she couldn’t deny curiosity. She cried out with surprise when he ripped the delicate negligee from her lower body, leaving it in tatters. Jason positioned her, and his slick shaft probed her virgin entrance a few moments later. Lanie whimpered when he pushed through the sphincter. He wasn’t hurting her, but she couldn’t help feeling he could be a little gentler, since he must know she’d never done this before. In his defense, they’d never discussed it. He didn’t know much about her sexual history, having never asked—to her relief, since the past was something she wanted to avoid discussing if at all possible—so maybe he had no idea.

Elena moaned deeply into his mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips, stroking hers with urgent hunger. “God damn, I’ve wanted this so fucking bad,” he growled between deep, wet kisses, his hands squeezing her ass possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Elena’s head spun with overwhelming sensations. The scent of his skin, the heat radiating from his body, and the hard press of his cock against her stomach made her dizzy. She knew this could destroy her career and reputation forever. But the throbbing ache between her legs won completely. She kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers tangling tightly in his thick hair, pulling him closer. “You’re trouble, Marcus Alex. Big fucking

“And given your… history, Miss Hart, I would be remiss not to request this assurance.” “My history?” I echoed sharply. “And what exactly do you think you know about me?” “Enough,” he said. “Enough to conclude that your claims are… questionable.” The word sliced deep. “You have a rather colourful past,” he continued. “Details I will not go into tonight, for the sake of decorum. But I believe you know precisely what I’m referring to. Roman is blinded by his… lust for you—” “Love,” I cut in fiercely. “His love for me. Roman loves me. And he knows I would never betray him.”

Her face turned crimson as she worked to clean the spots. As she dabbed at the wet patches, the fabric clung to Prince Xavier’s well-defined muscles, revealing more of his physique. Rara swallowed nervously and looked up at him, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry...” Prince Xavier’s breathing grew uneven as he endured the close contact. The sweet scent of Rara’s perfume intensified his reaction, and he found himself inexplicably drawn to her. If it had been anyone else, he would have been long gone, but Rara’s presence intrigued him.