Steamy Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside. Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up.

He licked her helix, trailing his lips down to her neck and sucking intently on it. Then he looked at her eyes, and without taking away his gaze, he made his erect c**k to slide into her horny p**sy. Loren screamed passionately, as his huge d**k expanded her tight pussy. It was a wonder that a woman of her age was as sweet as a teenager. Her money had taken care of her so well that most men would prefer her to a younger person. The more Caleb's tip hit Loren's base, the more she moaned, and the more pleasure occupied the both of them.

Wearing nothing underneath, I stepped forward, taking the offered hand. Sarah drew me in, the water and steam wrapping me in warmth. My lover's face wore a soft, beautiful smile and I let my eyes run over the length of her body. My God, she was beautiful. She pulled me close, and my lips found hers. We pressed together, the length of her legs sliding against mine, my hands running over her wet skin. The sparse hair of her mound tickled against my thigh, and the swell of her hip pressed into my sex. The wetness there was from a completely different source, and I slid easily against her. Our breasts molded together, and Sarah's mouth moved to my neck.

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

“You’re obsessed. This deal is all you talk about. My pussy, my body is just a tool for your power trip.” Before she could say more, a knock hit the door. Room service guy handed over a package. No name on it but Elena knew. She opened it on the bed. Inside: a signed first edition of her favorite author, the one she mentioned loving back in college but Damian never remembered. Next, a small bottle of rare perfume, the exact scent she wore on their first date years ago — spicy vanilla that always made her feel sexy. And a handwritten note on thick paper. “Elena. Last night you opened up. I listened. Wear this scent when you think of me stretching you. Come to my suite tonight. No rush. But yo