Smutty Historical Romance Books Novels & Stories

A story where the smut wasn’t just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people aren’t just in love… they belong to each other. 💍 Thank you for riding with them to the very end. This book is now COMPLETED. But their love? That will always live on. With all my heart, Thank you. O.J🖤

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

Genre: Dark Fantasy Billionaire Romance | Explicit | FL: Ruby Senty ML: Rudolph Clarksville Doff – “The Beast King” . . . The first time Ruby Senty saw Rudolph Clarksville Doff, she was barefoot, soaked in forest rain, and trying to escape a man who’d paid for her body.

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.

Splashing water on her face, she smoothed her hair, pulse racing. The door clicked open, Henry's voice calling her name. She forced a smile, the taste of Alex's cum lingering on her tongue, her body still humming with forbidden heat. Their secret burned brighter, promising more stolen nights.

But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.

The campus quad shimmered under a warm spring sun when I spotted her in the student union. Mary. Same scarlet cardigan, same thick book, same impossible breasts pressed against the table edge as she read. Her legs were crossed beneath, skirt riding just high enough to show the curve of one thigh. My cock stirred the instant I recognized her..two days since the confessional, and the “salvation” she’d given me had worn off like cheap whiskey. The lust was back, sharper, hungrier.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 63: Heat at the Threshold “Hello, handsome,” she purrs, her voice a silky whisper that snakes through the air like smoke from a forbidden fire. The words roll off her tongue slow and smooth, soaked in a sultry undertone that fills the space between them.

He pulls a book from the nearby stack on the table, its cover catching the light from the lamp. I recognize it: a hard copy of my favorite dark romance. "I didn't know you read smut," I tease, giggling. "I don't," he admits. "But a while ago, back at the clubhouse, I saw you reading it on your phone...and I bought a hard copy. You haven't touched it since, so I thought we could finish it together." My heart stutters. Oh.

“I can’t hear you.” Damn. She was trying to make me go crazy. This was not my sweet and innocent Sandy. The woman before me was a minx, she was a seductress, and I was loving it. Whatever this was, I wanted it to consume me. Sandy smirked and rolled her hips on mine, grinding onto my now hardening cock. I moved my hands to her hips and squeezed hard. I let out a moan when she did it again with that cocky smirk on her lips.