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?"

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

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.

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.

I planned to just catch up with her after the exams. One morning, I rushed to the school cafeteria to have some review notes photocopied. I was in a hurry as the next class was about to start. The copier machine was taking so long to make out copies and I was really flustered as I was sorting out the documents. In my haste, I accidentally dropped the stapler. Someone picked it up and gave it to me. "Here, you dropped this." Someone drawled. "I'm so sorry. I'm in a hurry. Thanks." I took the stapler then looked up, smiling. I was frozen. Facing me was the most handsome guy I have ever seen. He was tall,although not as tall as Lance, very fair, with nice, long black hair, swept in the most f

She smiled as she was excited walking just to see her boyfriend. But a moment, Loki was startled and her belongings fell on the ground. Loki quickly slapped the woman and said "Why are you flirting him? ". "Flirting him? What do you mean?" I've had him for a long time since 3yrs " confidently said by a woman. "3yrs?!" "Is that true, Jen?" Loki asked with a hoarse voice. Nao’s heard their arguments and quarrel at the department store. But he didn’t mind to get there because he didn’t want to get in trouble with her relationship issues.

We both chuckled. He pulled me closer, gripping my hair as he planted a lingering kiss on my lips. With passion and fervour, I tore his shirt like a wildcat, engaging in a passionate and deep kiss. My hands roamed freely over his bare chest while he slid his hands beneath my top. A shiver ran through me as his chilly hands contact with my burning skin, fuelling my desire. He unhooked my bra, his hands exploring my bare back, driving me to the brink of madness with his touch. Oh God, it felt incredible.