1,064 Quotes About Historical-romance

His eyes flipped up to hers, the lids hooded. Then back to her mouth. The crackling tension now sparked across her skin.

She dragged the soft cloth up and up, the fabric tickling along his sensitized skin. He trembled. Never had he been so responsive to a woman’s slightest touch.

And while she didn’t yet know how she fit into the world, she did know Duncan was a vital part.

She did not want to have to choose between the legend which had finally made her feel as if her life had meaning and this beautiful, caring man whose soul seemed to echo with the same beats as her own heart.

He settled beside her on the small bench, and awareness of him pushed against her skin as if he extended past the confines of his body and made her want.

He lay stretched full length along his glorified cot, and while his bandage masked his shoulder, plenty of bare skin remained for her gaze to lap up. Bare, musclely skin. Skin that was somehow otherworldly in the soft glow of the flickering candlelight. Skin that made her want to touch, feel, and…and…lick. Until her gaze snagged on the scar-tattoo combo, and ice again crystallized in her gut.

Thanks to Mr. Grose's Lexicon Balatronicum, Olympia knew a buffer nabber was a dog stealer.

Magnificent. Beautiful. Glorious. Marius couldn’t believe such a woman still existed in all the kingdoms. The small taste of her blood on his tongue still flowed through his veins, white-hot and crippling him with the demand for… “More,” he whispered.

You are its crowning flower, the dark bloom that promises both rebirth and an avenging hand.