Best Slow Burn Novels & Stories

Always the charmer. I didn’t write back immediately. I wanted her to wait for it, wanted the anticipation to do half the work. Then, slowly, I wrote: Let’s see if I can make you squirm without touching you. She didn’t look at me. But she blushed. Real hard. I bit back a smirk. My sneaker found her ankle. Just a light nudge. Then a slow, teasing drag up toward her calf. I didn’t push too far, just enough to remind her of everything we almost talked about last night. Everything she wanted.

"Let me tell you, it is better to get killed on the spot than being just thirty minutes in their custody and getting tortured. They won't kill you easily. They will torture you until they get what they want from you." Arjun thought for a moment before continuing,"I once heard they burned a man alive. I don't know why. They pulled his all teeth and nails before pouring wax all over his body and tortured so many times before setting him on fire. And his―" "Okay that's enough. I think you are exaggerating." He shivered at the thought. "I'm not―" Arjun tried to protest. "Whatever. Stay on the topic."

I let her walk away from me when I should’ve fought harder. But seeing her tonight, smiling at someone else, that rewired something in me. I know her. I know her better than anyone. Better than he ever will. He’s not built for her. Not really. Not when things get hard. Not when she burns. And Aria burns. She deserves someone who won’t flinch. Someone who knows that love isn’t neat, or easy, or safe. It’s messy. Inconvenient. It takes your spine and snaps it in two. It sets your soul on fire and dares you to walk through the flames for it.

I said in a very low voice, sobbing. “Damn no! You know it isn’t just about sex or getting laid. You know something is lacking. You know something is missing. Unfortunately, you are the only one who has the time to face it. Your too-good-to-be-true boyfriend is busy adding up more zeros to his salary. He didn’t even realize he is already losing you,” she took another sip, she even added, “That asshole! He is also my friend, but my best friend comes first.” I smiled and found comfort.

"Larissa, actions have consequences. Rita's been slandered by you over and over. For just two pieces of skin? You're getting off easy." Then he poured the entire bottle down my throat. The burn spread like wildfire through my stomach, leaving behind a numb, suffocating heat. My arms flailed weakly in the air. I had no strength left to resist. Shaking, I begged in a trembling voice, "I was wrong… please, just don't hurt the baby…" Something flickered in Milton's eyes for a split second—hesitation, maybe. But then he looked over at Rita's tear-filled gaze, and his expression turned to stone.

I'm going to need it to get through tonight. Once the burning goes away, I open my eyes again. Bruno’s face is priceless. "You're driving." I say, holding back a cough. To be fair, it wasn't targeted. He is the only other one who can drive stick well enough to get us home after this place is struck with disaster tonight. It's about five minutes until Nara’s show. I had two more drinks that I only just started to feel. Stella took her to the back to get a better outfit.

he said. I stepped through the threshold, spinning around to jab a finger at his chest. “Just so you know,” I said, teeth gritted, “your little ‘prince charming’ act isn’t fooling anyone.” He raised an eyebrow, amused, but hidden behind that helmet-like smirk of his. “It seemed to be working back there on my bike.” I froze. “That’s… because of the adrenaline.” “Yes,” he said, voice smooth and teasing, “because adrenaline definitely heightens your libido drive.”

He grabbed her flushed face and said, “You used the wrong taunt, Carol. Don’t forget that I have another woman here tonight.” He got up and threw the vibrator’s remote on the floor. Then, he left with no hesitation. Carol’s desire grew, but she knew that Tiny Blessings’s liquid aphrodisiac was not a drug that would cause a person to lose control. Her developers had told her before that the liquid’s goal was to increase a person’s desire for s*xual activities and give a bit of a kick during those activities. The effects only lasted for half an hour. So, she just needed to endure for half an hour, and she would be fine.

“You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like you were made for it.” Eventually the burn faded into deep, throbbing pleasure. I rolled my hips experimentally and a loud, needy moan tore out of me. “Move,” I begged. “Please, Theo. Fuck me.” He started slow — long, deep strokes that dragged against my prostate with every thrust. The oil made everything slick and smooth. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my ass filled the room, mixing with my broken moans and his low groans. Gradually he picked up speed. The thrusts became harder, faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.