Steamy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Their kiss was deep and urgent, tongues dancing as the steam enveloped them. Victor's hands explored her, one sliding down to part her thighs, fingers delving into her slick heat. "Always so ready for me," he growled, circling her clit with expert precision. Elena moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, the water sloshing with her movements. He inserted two fingers, then three, fucking her slowly while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide from Marcus. "Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel you tighten."

So close to the fire she burned in it. She caught at his hips, dragged him closer to her so that the warmth of her breath had his teeth snapping together. Her tongue tasted him, a slow, seductive swirl, deliberately intimate, following the smooth velvet-soft contours, exploring the thick knob while her teeth nibbled as if she might take a bite. She had no real idea of what to do, but she could follow the instructions she had always read in those old romantic Mills and Boom books which her sister usually smuggled into her room, and the guidance of his hands. Each ragged breath he drew encouraged her.

He even went ahead to lick off the two fingers coated with her juices and all the while having his heated gaze devour her entire soul. “How was it? How do you feel?” Stephano asked while using his fingers to rub off the remaining juices on his face only for it to disappear right into his mouth to lick it off. Rose only stared in awe while still trying to catch her breath after having a powerful orgasm. She had read such acts performed by the male leads to her female lead in her novels. It was their way of showing their unwavering love or obsession over the female lead and what Stephano did with her juices was beyond hot.

“Hmm, yes it is. You're enjoying this Miss Fisher.” “No, Sir, I'm not. Honestly. I just want to pass, Sir. That's all.” “Well that's not what your p***y is telling me. Look it's getting really juicy now.” He said, slipping in his finger. “Oh, yeah, really juicy. You're enjoying it.” “I'm not.” She said holding his hand there. Janet's bum was moving towards his crotch as he withdrew his fingers, smearing her juices over the crack of her bum. She moaned, lifting it even higher towards him.

She hammered down on him, her own peak tearing through her as she felt him grow and convey himself into her. Spent, she came to back, measured his jaw, and kissed him; cum overflowed from the intersection of their association. She felt little post-quake tremors as his rooster kept on siphoning into her, her pussy hungry for additional. However, she wasn't certain there would be room. The steam room entryway opened; certain they had been found, Alice recovered her jeans and hastily put them on. Dante pulled his up and blew a speedy kiss to Alice as he left. She sat on her towel; the groin of her bathing suit was soaked with cum as it moved from her.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

He’s never been very romantic before. “Let’s see what you’ve got for us tonight.” Cassius lifts the lid from the dish I cooked earlier. It’s basically a Greek-style marinated steak, topped with olives, feta, and spinach, and of course now one of my favorites—tzatziki. He then sniffs the air, closing his eyes briefly. “Excellent as always. Now I’m envious.” I chuckle. “Of what? Oliver taught me that recipe.” His face turns slightly serious. “No, not that.” He serves a portion of the steak on my plate, then his.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

She could barely keep up with my passion, even though she was trying to dominate me. Suddenly, she pulled away, stunning me and making me crave more. She sat up and smiled down at me, making me roll my eyes. “You are playing with fire, baby,” I said and grabbed her thigh, then stroked the lace materials of her socks. “What if I want to get burned,” Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock.

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.