Steamy Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“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 broad chest expanded as he drew in a heavy breath, but the effortless composure he always wore like armor was gone. Adrian, I whispered, stepping directly into his space until the heat radiating from his body warmed my skin. Tell me. He took one slow, deliberate step toward me, closing the remaining distance until barely an inch separated us. I could feel the solid warmth of him, but I clenched my jaw, refusing to let his proximity distract me. Elena, he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that sent a shiver through my chest. There are things about your past that I have been trying to uncover for years. Then tell me now, I demanded. I took the final step, leaving no

Sometimes, Beverly wonders why her father built such a large library, but as he knows, her late mother loved to read, and her father dedicated the huge library to her mother. "Hellions Of The Heasted Hall." Beverly muttered to herself. "Heasted Hall brats," he said again. Beverly took the six books that were deliberately put together. His gaze fixed on the titles written in the thick novel. "Historical Romance?" he asked himself. To be honest, Beverly prefers gun-smelling books to romance novels, but since she has already taken all the novels in the series, Beverly will read them.

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

Ready And Wet For My Step daddy 7 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Until a few weeks ago: ~ The house is empty. Music slips into the silence, low and steady. I sway my hips in rhythm, not bothering with the clothes my mother would approve of. Today, I let myself exist. I’m in just my bra and panties, nothing more. My hair is tied back with a ribbon instead of being hidden beneath fabric. I’ve been keeping a secret collection of romance songs and steamy novels, tucked away under my bed. I lend them out when the pile gets too large, trading them for new ones from old classmates.

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

The image of her looking up at me, her face smeared with cum and split with a sinful grin made the predator inside me stall. For the first time, I wondered if maybe I had met my goddamn match. She crawled up my body like a prowling feline, her nails digging into my ribs. Then she slowly sank down onto my cock, her greedy cunt already dripping. My back arched off the sheets and I hissed through my teeth. I grabbed her waist like a lifeline. Rosa, my Rosa… smiled and rolled her hips in a maddening circle, dragging me deeper into her velvet heat, and I nearly lost my mind.