Sexiest Historical Romance Novels & Stories

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older.

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.

“I will not take no for an answer. Come on.” I had my boots planted firmly in the ground. “No, Raif …” “I insist,” he said, already pulling me toward the cottage. I let out a deep breath. “Raif, you cannot take no for an answer, can you?” A broad smile spread across his ruggedly handsome face. I had to admit that he had the looks with his wavy long hair and brilliant blue eyes. When we rode together ten years before with King Henry I in his Conquest of Normandy, all of the ladies wanted him, and he had a good many of them to his bed, too. But after he met Selestra, he no longer had eyes for another woman. I continued to take women to my bed, but he always remained faithful to Selestra, whom

"I think you may have misspoke, considering you don't even know my name!" Saxon said passionately, "That's not important. What matters is that I have fallen in love with you at first sight. Feel my heart, it beats for you! Can you feel it?" People often said that French and Italian men were romantic examples, but if romance could also be equated with corniness, Jessica would rather not have this kind of romance that made her cringe. As she looked into the distance... she watched in horror as goosebumps rose on her arms... Sir, please don't ruin my pure and beautiful longing for Italian hunks over the years, okay?

The scene felt like a dream, a fantasy of romance and whispers shared in the night. Amelia looked away to Maximo, who stood beside her, eyes locked against the faded map of old Italy curled behind glass, a road like veins, cities like heartbeats of a nation that had bled, loved, ruled, and risen in silence. The weight of it all was immense, the power of the land and its history hanging in the air between them. Amelia’s heart thundered, and something in her suddenly desired to have Maximo to herself forever. To make a history with him this way, to be captured in portraits just like these, so people could come and watch them—admire them, study them like pieces of art.

Ace was walking down a path of rose petals, candles flickering in the ancient sconces, and pack members gathered to witness history in the making. "Elegant but warm," I said slowly. "Formal enough to honor the occasion, but not so formal that it feels cold. This is about family as much as it is about power." "I love it. Very Colleen Hoover meets medieval fantasy." I laughed despite myself. "That's oddly specific." "But accurate, right? All that romantic tension with a touch of ancient mysticism?" "You're ridiculous." "But I'm not wrong." She wasn't wrong. There was something deeply romantic about the idea of watching the man I loved claim his birthright. Something that made my heart race and

Handsome James Schwartz; Her Best best friend, as Proserpina laughingly called him. Lucien felt the familiar waves of jealousy flooding him. He knew that he, her husband and only lover, was older than her by a few decades, a fact that made him more savage in his lovemaking with her. To make her see that he was still the virile man he used to be. When he took her, he plundered her body, leaving love bites on her lush breasts and throat so that the world would know she belonged to him, only to Lucien Delano.

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.