Novel & Cerita Steamy Historical Romance Novels

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

Her feet already took her to his bedroom. "Your wolf is having a hard time processing the breakup with Callum. One day you're with him, and the next day he's someone else's mate. That's not easy for any she-wolf to accept." "Hmm, I still haven't found the Red Room with his BDSM shit, you know," Camille said, changing the grim subject. "So many rooms are locked here. I assumed Giovanna's secret is hidden in one of those." She tried his bedroom door and found it unlocked. "I'm in his room now, will text you if I find anything interesting."

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?”

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

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Hіѕ bіg hands skim softly асrоѕѕ my ѕtоmасh, рullіng mе gently іntо his bоdу. Hе’ѕ ѕо muсh bіggеr thаn me. Hіѕ bоdу dwarfs mіnе еvеn when wе’rе сurlеd uр. His ѕtrеngth turnѕ me on еvеn more. Hе’ѕ lіghtіng a fire thаt starts in my stomach аnd travels dоwn tо mеlt mу іnѕіdеѕ, ѕеndіng mоіѕturе tо mу core.

Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed. Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on. My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

He answered with a deep groan that vibrated through my whole body. His tongue curled around mine, slow at first, then hungry. He sucked hard, drawing my tongue into his mouth, then let it slide back in filthy, deliberate thrusts. In and out. Slow. Deep. Making my head spin and my core clench tighter around my own fingers. I tried to kiss him back, tried to fight for control, but he wouldn’t let me. One big hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head exactly the way he wanted. The other gripped my jaw, holding me open for him. Spit gathered between us, slick and messy, dripping down my chin. Every time our tongues slid together wet, sloppy, shameless he made this low, starving sound in his throat