Steamy Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She had imagined this moment countless times, rehearsed conversations and scenarios in her head, letting them bloom like the roses he cared for so tenderly. Imaginations where those strong, capable hands weren’t planting petunias, but were mapping the territory of her body, where that quiet voice wasn’t offering gardening tips, but was whispering filthy, desperate things in her ear as he moved over her, in her, fucking her senseless until the world dissolved into a scream. It was a primal, raw hunger, and Steven Hayes was the only feast that would satisfy it. The boys her age, with their loud voices and clumsy hands, were plastic toys. He was carved in oak and tempered steel.

She looks so freaking hot and sexy! She bit her lower lip as she stared at him. He could feel her juice around his lips. He inserted a finger into her womanhood and he moaned when he felt how soft and warm her inside was. She closes her eyes and moans again. "Your fingers are so l-long," she said breathlessly. He grinned and moved his finger inside her. The woman's legs were shaking. He put her right leg on his left shoulder and expertly ate her. She moaned sexily, making his mind blow. She's so responsive to his touch and kisses.

His gaze dropped to my heaving tits, barely contained by the pulled-up gown, nipples hard and begging. “I know exactly what I’m asking,” I whispered, stepping closer until my body brushed his. “Damien hasn’t fucked me properly in five years. I’m soaked, Ethan. Look at me.” I hiked my gown higher, showing him my dripping pussy, lips swollen and glistening. “Fuck me. Please.” He groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest. His hand came up, hesitant at first, then bold, cupping one of my tits through the fabric. His thumb flicked my nipple, and I moaned softly, arching into him.

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

It was too damn early in the morning for anyone to be that gorgeous and. She stopped her train of thought right there. She'd done some research on the market and found that steamy romance was the in thing these days, so she had sex on the brain. She'd read a few snippets of stories about hot alpha males who were the take charge and forceful type. She hadn't known until now that she was into that. But the fact that she'd kept putting this one's face over everything she read, imagining it was him they were describing, was a recipe for trouble.

The hot and slippery pathway elicited a satisfactory groan from me. Nora's body shook, sucking furiously on my tongue while moaning into my mouth as my fingers gained momentum. "God, Nathan, yes!!!" "Nah..." I muttered against her lips, increasing the pace of my fingers, not hesitating to slide in my forefinger. God, she was so wet, dripping and it was driving me crazy. "God's not the one making you drip, is he?" "Nooo!!! Fuck!!" Her hands flared in desperate search for something to hold on to, but since there was nothing in sight, she settled for the sleeves of my shirt, holding it tighter as I slid in and out with the kind of speed that even shook the desk.

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."

Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

she said, standing up and walking around to the back of his throne. She lifted her skirts, revealing her bare ass to him. "Come and get it, my darling," she said, spreading her cheeks invitingly. Roman didn't need to be told twice. He stood up and dropped his breeches, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He stepped forward and positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he slid into her tight, wet pussy. Reigna moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Oh, Roman," she gasped. "You feel so good. So big and hard and perfect."

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.”