Novel & Cerita Steamiest Historical Romance Novels

Thеѕе thоughtѕ lеаd to ѕtrоngеr feelings, аnd thе mоrе time I spend dwеllіng on hеr, the mоrе I сrаvе bеіng with hеr. I nееd Carrie. Shе’ѕ rеаl, and tоugh, аnd ѕhе trеаtѕ mе well. She’s thе роlаr орроѕіtе of аll thе women I’vе ever dаtеd іn the раѕt.

I add and he laughs, a deep throaty one that seems to stem all the way from his belly. “Sadly you’ve described the wrong person,maybe a lot of women you meet in your line of work call that a lifestyle but I prefer buying old culinary books, diving into the pool, going through the ease of knowing that if I wanted to change my hair I could simply straighten it out, what lady doesn’t like a manicure and pedicure? Talking about which cafe has the best pastries and sipping coffee…wine is for clubbing or breakups.” I retort and he laughs.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

Ida gasped into the kiss as Anton's rough palms settled on her hips, and her thumbs traced the waistband of her underwear. “Pretty,” Lydia breathed from across the table. The silk robe had fallen open completely, her breasts bared, and her hand sliding between her thighs. “Julius, look at what you brought us.” Julius rounded the table. His hands found Ida's face, tilting her away from Amelie's mouth, and he kissed her, his tongue tasting of wine and something darker. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “I've wanted this. Wanted them to have you.”

"And it will only get better from here." As the years passed, I continued to add to my harem, taking women from every corner of the empire. I had Greek philosophers, Egyptian priestesses, and Roman nobles, all vying for my attention and my favor. But through it all, Claudia remained my favorite. She was my wife, my equal, my partner in all things. We ruled Rome together, our power growing with each passing day. And at night, in the privacy of our chambers, we would make love, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. It was a pleasure beyond anything I had ever known, a connection that went beyond the physical.

“Damn, your tongue feels so good against my neck, little demon.” I whimpered softly, my hips grinding down in slow, needy circles against his hardness. The friction of his thick cock against my soaked core through our clothes was driving me insane. My panties were soaked, my wetness staining his pants. I reached up and brushed my fingers over one of his small, dark horns, tracing the smooth, warm curve. Brayden shuddered beneath me, a low growl rumbling in his chest that I felt vibrate through my entire body. “So… hot,” I whispered deliriously, grinding harder against his lap. “All of you… I can’t stop touching you. I don’t know what’s happening to me. My body feels like it’s on fire.”

I couldn't choose between two completely different women, although I compared Sophia to the Akhenaten, a little disappointing when seen up close. Yet, Kara was the Sleeping Hermaphrodites (looking so enticing) and Janice the La Grande Odalisque (looking so innocent and yet sensuous) and I wanted to revel at and in both. I flipped through a few more pictures which were poorly taken as my sister obviously took them as she moved behind and fûcked each one. I wanted to see their faces, their eyes, their lips. I wanted to hear their móans and whimpers. Did they talk dirty? Did they beg for more? Did they moan or scream?

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.