Best Slow Burn Romance Novels & Stories

I was almost beginning to believe they had accepted me until I felt a hand at my back. Darius. He said nothing. Just guided me with light pressure toward the dance floor. The music had shifted to something slow, dark; something that pulsed under the skin. I turned toward him. “I wasn’t told there would be dancing.” “I wasn’t told you’d look so absolutely ravishing,” he murmured, one hand sliding around my waist. “And yet, here we are.” He took my hand in his, guiding me into the rhythm. His other rested just above the curve of my hip, not indecent- but not proper either. We moved slowly, deliberately, surrounded by other couples who blurred into shadows.

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”

When he finds the spot that makes my knees buckle, I cry out. “Ahhhh..” “There it is,” he praises. “Moan for me, baby. Let me hear how much you love it.” “Ahh….Jax….oh God—” His second finger joins the first one, scissoring carefully, stretching me open. It burns in the best way. He works me for what feels like forever in slow thrusts, curling, rubbing that spot until I’m shaking and begging. “Please.I need you inside me….please—”

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

Every woman wants to chase him, but his heart is being guarded with walls of ice that never seems to come down. Scarlett Miller, a business administration student; with the spice of fashion designing truly angelic, her eyes filled with love, kindness, and anything but hatred. Every man is ready to chase her yet her heart remains untouched free for anyone to steal, but she has yet to come across the thief that claims it as his possession. Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love?

My eyes flew open and I tried to sit up, suddenly aware that something warm and solid was hovering over me. “What time is it now?” I asked quickly, pushing my palms against the couch to lift myself up. But before I could move any further, his hand pressed lightly against my shoulder and guided me back down. “Vince—” The rest of my words disappeared the moment his lips touched mine. For a brief second my mind went completely blank. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless either. Instead, it was slow and deliberate, as if he had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally decided he was done pretending.

“To the Greatest Best Man in my life, it was a short marriage yet I was happy with you. My happiness was true, at least don’t doubt it. And I know how much you have loved me. I know how much you sacrificed for my own happiness. I know that you gave me the freedom that I needed even if it meant breaking your heart. I thank you, and I wish you the best.” “To The Right Man, the only one I greatly love. We’ve been through ups and downs and we’ve circled around for so long. So brace yourself, because I am coming to get you now, and this time we never have to deny the love we are destined to have. I love you, and I’ll see you soon.” The crowd goes wilder and Sabrina’s tears are all over the place,

This time the driving need was a slow burn and her body wept for more. Their eyes met, and he gave her what they both needed. He’d not found this connection with anyone in so many years. The emotion that transferred between them now as he sank into her lush depths. He could feel her body weeping for more, but the driving need cooled to a slow sensual burn. He held Janine tenderly as they rode the slow burning desire again to its peak.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

“Every morning when you make his favorite pancakes. Every evening when you read him two extra stories. Every time you look at me like I’m still the girl you fell for at the beach house.” He kissed her then, slow, deep, and full of quiet desperation. There was no rush to the bedroom, no frantic passion. Just the steady comfort of two people who had walked through fire and were still choosing each other. They moved to the couch instead, clothes coming off gradually as they explored each other with gentle hands and lingering kisses. When Damien finally sank into her, it was slow and reverent, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. Elena wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as p