Steamy Medieval Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Rosemarie de Count, once a lady of modest means, had been reduced to a mere possession, sold by her father to settle his debts. And now, I belonged to Duke Frederick, the wealthiest and most feared noble in all of Brimburg. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of wax and old wood. The room, adorned with rich tapestries and flickering candlelight, seemed to close in around me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like a physical touch, as he stood across the room, his tall frame casting long shadows on the stone walls. I had heard the tales of Duke Frederick—the ruthless ruler, the merciless conqueror, the man who struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

Before she can scold me for flouting the rules, I say, “Next question.” I can tell by looking into her glassy eyes that she can’t remember a damn thing we were supposed to be studying. Her distraction might have something to do with my middle finger parting the crease of her ass, sneaking a few pets of her virgin asshole. Her breath puffs out against my lips. “Who…who was Charlemagne?” “Charlemagne.” My own thoughts are hazy of anything except for Stella, but I push through the dirty lust in order to land my next kiss. “Uh…also known as Charles the Great. King of Franks. United Western and Central Europe.”

He kisses my other thigh, then continues up, growling like a hungry animal as he reaches my mound. “Malcolm…” I whimper as he hooks his thumb beneath my panties and pulls them aside. I’m fully exposed. “Perfect,” he growls. “Absolute perfection.” There’s a rhythmic pulse between my legs now that I’ve only ever felt when reading a steamy scene in a book or watching a love scene in a movie. Only now it’s infinitely more intense. And when Malcolm leans in and presses his tongue to my pussy, I nearly explode. “Oh my God!” I cry out.

Rene’s Pov The pulsation between my legs was becoming stronger, directing Remy to the center of my desire. I watched as Remy sat back down, his chair pushed back far enough to where I could see him continuing to stroke himself, this time his hands clearly inside his boxers. “Look at those pretty, round nipples. Those fair areolas.. I wish I could take one in my mouth. Hmm... Why don’t you do that for me?” My brow rose. “You want me to...”

“Just a thought.” The thought was of having her body ravaged by not only one young stud, but maybe more than one at the same time. Maybe an entire team of young cocks that could cover her body with cream. Just the thought alone made her pussy tingle. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get into the shower with her new young lover. Younger men were always good for more than one round. The summer was going to be filled with lots of sexual adventures, she was sure of it. After all, an older woman had a lot of things she could teach a younger man.

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.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

Chapter 9 Belle's POV Mr. Cane stares down at me with dark, satisfied eyes as I kneel before him, his cum still warm on my tongue and dripping down my breasts. My body trembles from the intense orgasm, my pussy still pulsing from the intense orgasm against the wall. He reaches down, hooks a finger under the collar, and tugs me up to my feet. His voice is low, rough, and full of promise. “We’re just getting started, Belle. I’m nowhere near done using this body tonight.”

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."