روايات وقصص ضمن Steamy Historical Romance

“Stevie and I have come to an understanding.” “Wonderful,” she cheered before ending our call. I put my phone down to get back to my dinner preparations. I was washing carrots in the sink when Stevie came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders. He showered my neck with some soft, sensual kisses before hiking my skirt up over my ass. He dropped to a squat and slid my panties off. In a blink of an eye, he spread my cheeks and slowly slid his tongue up the crack of my ass. He slid his tongue back and forth until it landed on my asshole. He rimmed it as he swung his fingers around to play with my clit. He nibbled, then bit on my ass cheeks.

I hope to touch base with you on social media soon! About the Author Multi-genre author of Victorian maritime romance/family saga, Heiresses in Love, and 18 other books. Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and two cats. She has been writing for a little over twenty-five years, with more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 21 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, dramatic fiction, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.

Stevie didn’t seem to be worried about slowly building up to anything, as he brutally thrust his cock in and out of my face, hitting the back of my throat every time. I barely noticed Charlie extract his erection from me, but did manage to hear him say “Helen, clean this young lady up” over the wet smacking sounds emanating from my mouth. Helen detached her mouth from my tit with a “Yes, sir” and moved between my legs. My eyes began to water as Stevie continued his assault on my mouth. My mind could barely comprehend two such extreme sensations existing at each end of some erotic scale. My face was being roughly used as a fuck toy at one end and Helen’s delicate mouth and tongue carefully li

She always wished that one day Prince Charming will come and take her away from this golden cage but it looks like she'll be out of one cage to be captured in another one. Washing her body under the shower she wrapped a towel around her body and just like that déjà vu hit her and she recalled how she met Leon for the very first time. His voice! Closing her eyes shut, she inhaled deeply before coming out of her restroom. She changed into her nightwear and dried her hair. Laying on her king sized bed she wonders how Finn, Charlie and Caleb are going to handle Leon who's in heat just like a werewolf. A part of her wanted to search what are the effects when a person is given aphrodisiacs but oth

“I’d lie in bed, cock in my fist, imagining it was me buried inside you. Making you scream both our names.” Heat flooded my face. I shifted on the bed, the short black dress riding higher up my thighs. His eyes dropped again, hungry. “Cas… this is insane. You’re my stepbrother.” “Stepbrother,” he repeated, leaning closer. Our thighs pressed together now. “Not blood. Doesn’t change how bad I want you. Hasn’t since the day I moved in and saw you in those tiny shorts.” My nipples tightened painfully against the thin fabric of my dress. I could smell his cologne—woodsy and masculine—mixing with the faint scent of beer and party smoke clinging to both of us.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

His lips found the sensitive spot on her neck, trailing warm kisses that sent a familiar shiver down her spine. “You look incredible, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. His hands slid lower, cupping and squeezing her ass possessively. “Every man at the table tonight is going to be jealous. Especially my brother.” Isabella laughed softly, leaning into his touch. Their marriage was everything she had dreamed of—passionate, stable, and deeply loving. Alex was attentive, ambitious, and an incredible lover. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to draw out her pleasure with slow, deliberate strokes. Life in their elegant home felt like a fairy tale.

His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs. “You’re so fucking hot, Heidi,” he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs. I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me. The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can’t recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I’d have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he’s making me feel. I don’t want to