Steamy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin. “You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.” He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it. Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more. Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

I felt light-headed by the fourth kiss which lingered longer. He picked me up easily dropping me on the oak table, our eyes locked in a lustful dance. His eyes were a radiant blue storm that threatened to rage on for eternity. I wanted to rip his shirt apart just as it happened in porn videos but I tugged it over his head instead. It was more natural that way. His chest had curly hair spread evenly within a tight-muscled belly. My finger rolled waves down his navel. He jerked. Coach Calton's body looked like he had been created to go against the Greek gods themselves. His sexual energy burned my skin making me wince.

From her position on the floor, the thirty- seven year old pulled off the red lace panties that covered her prize with enthusiasm, exposing a carefully shaved pussy. "Oh my," the redhead said as she softly ran her fingers across the baby smooth skin around Callista's pussy. Fueled by desire, Gabrielle shed the last of her inhibitions and pressed deep into her young lover's sex with all the passion of a recent convert. Her first taste of another woman filled her as Callista's body quickly responded to her attentions. "Oh yeah, baby, right there," Callista moaned as she helped guide her novice lover. "Oh that's it, right there."

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as another wave of ecstasy engulfs my body once again. I cannot tell the number of times Angelo made me cum tonight, but I feel so satiated that I can go a whole month without getting fucked. Then again, I know I will be needing a fuck soon enough. After all, I’m married to the most handsome man alive. His stamina is out of this world, and right now, he is taking me to heights that make me feel like he will shift my womb in a good way. Angelo’s thrusts become more violent, fiercer, deeper, and faster, setting my body on fire.

His mouth found my collarbone, kissing and nipping lightly, leaving a trail of heat behind. I looked up to meet his hungry gaze. His eyes were dark with lust, locked on mine. There was something intense there, a mix of familiarity and raw need. We had been apart for so long, but here, in this moment, it felt like no time had passed. His free hand roamed over my body, tracing the curve of my waist, then back up to my boobs. He pinched one nipple between his fingers, rolling it until I whimpered, the sensation shooting straight to my core.

I gasp, but my hips rock against his hand anyway. “We have time for this,” he insists, spinning me around to face him. He pins my wrists above my head against the cool tile with one hand, dropping to his knees in the steam. He took one long, filthy lick up my clit, and my knees buckle. “Kai….ahh!” “Quiet,” he murmurs against me, his tongue spearing inside, hot and insistent. “Come fast for me, baby. Let it out quick, then we go downstairs and pretend to be the perfect little step-siblings when they get home. Can you do that? Be good and come on my tongue?”

The steam, the heat, the fullness—it was overwhelming. "I love you," Aiden said, his voice breaking slightly. "I love you so much. I would burn the world for you." "I love you too, Sir," Julian moaned, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. Aiden thrust deep, grinding against Julian’s prostate with a deliberate, torturous slowness. Julian cried out, his fingers scrabbling uselessly against the wet wall. "I'm close... please..." "Come for me, Julian," Aiden commanded.

He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy. Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I. “Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely. I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.