Best Slow Burn Romance Books Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

Andre looks down at him, eyes glowing in lust and adoration when he seals the most impossibly soft kiss to his lips. “ I love you so much.” he glides out slowly, fucking right back in and swallowing every whimper Dylan tries to hold back. “ love the way you feel pressed against me” infuriatingly slow, all the way out. Slamming in to the hilt in one breath “love the way you sound taking my cock” . He keeps a pace that has Dylan gripping onto the bed for any semblance of stability.

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The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.

“If I haven’t met anyone in three years, then I probably won't meet anyone else for the rest of my life. Mom, you’ve introduced me to so many different women in the past three years and I never laid my hands on any of them. Isn’t that right?” “Serena counts. Aren’t the two of you getting along just right? If you don’t like Serena, I can accept that lover of yours named Suzy too!” “There’s no feeling between Serena and I. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have dragged on for three years without getting married. As for Suzy, she’s just a student I helped before. There’s nothing going on between us.” “You… What’s so great about that woman?” Heather was so angry she could not speak coherently.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

“I made sure you were comfortable. I gave you everything you needed! The money, the food, the sex! I know for a fact you can't deny how goooood the sex was Emily. You loved every bit of it” “I worshipped your body like it was gold. The sight of your thighs alone made me thirst for you. I loved you!” “Did you!? Is this what being loved feels like?” Her voice was so shaky from the tears she was struggling with but I had to interject. “I do all this for you Emily and what do I get in return? A snooping wife!” At this point, I drew every response I gave from the piled-up rage I held in me. Yet, surprisingly the sight of her weakness made me want her back again.

She had a book in her lap, and it was not math or English, it was a popular novel by Nora Roberts. "I didn't know you still read Nora Roberts books." I sat beside her, and she shrugged, "they still sound interesting, so I read them once in a while." "Why here though? You don't like the library?" "It's the quietest place at this time." "I know another quiet place." "The empty classroom where you and Eugene go to?" I blushed, maybe because the thought of Eugene kissing me popped into my head. "How did you know that?" "I got interested in where you always disappeared to, at odd times, and saw you guys entering the classroom."

Let me be the one to wash off all the filth from that day. And then, after, the way our bodies moved against each other, like the tension between us snapped loose, and all we had left was skin, breath, and heat. It was slow. Then hard. Then slow again. Her mouth tracing mine. My hands gripping her waist. The weight of everything we didn’t say pressed into every touch. I push the memory away, and before long, sleep drags me under. —