Burning Passion Novel Novels & Stories

"So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..." He paused, and Emma could swear he was holding back laughter. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing. It's just that 'Heat Between the Lines' sounds like it might be a romance about books. Or writers. Am I warm?" Too warm. Uncomfortably, impossibly warm. "It's about a novelist," Emma admitted reluctantly. "And let me guess she's struggling to write authentic passion because she's never actually experienced it herself?" Emma's mouth fell open. "How did you—"

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

There was a part of me that yearned for the uncomplicated days, the early days of defiance, and raw passion. “I miss the fire,” I confessed, my voice low. The raw, untamed passion that had burned between us from the very beginning. The reckless abandon. “But we still have it, Emmeline. We’ve just… buried it in peace, that’s all.” It was there, beneath the calm, beneath the responsibilities. It just wasn’t raging, consuming us anymore. It had become a steady, powerful ember. She traced a line down my forearm, her finger stopping at one of the deeper scars from the last battle. I felt the light pressure, the phantom ache of the old wound.

In the steam, his gaze is a burning gray. "It is you who deserves all the credit, mia regina. For holding on. For patiently shaping me into a man who can, sometimes, trust." I draw him to me and kiss him. It is a kiss that is nothing gentle. It is a claim, a celebration, a conflagration. The taste of water, of him, of us. His hands run over my back, my hips, pressing me against him, erasing the little space that remained. Passion, between us, has never been a soft flame. It is an underground blaze that smolders permanently, ready to ravage everything in its path as soon as it is given the opportunity.

he whispered, his voice husky and teasing. Laura tore her hands from his to cover her burning face. How could he ask that so shamelessly? There was no way she could admit out loud just how much she had loved every second of it. Asher moved the two palms covering Laura's face. "We're not done yet. Now it's my turn…" His mouth found hers again in a kiss that was fiercer, more consuming than any before. He began to move again, driving them both until their skin was slick with sweat. They lost themselves in a frantic, passionate rhythm until Laura felt another, stronger wave of ecstasy begin to build.

The air in the car is too hot, too heavy and too much that even opening of the door does nothing to soothe the burning inside. I feel like my body is on fire. Their attention always burns me up and I love every second of it, it's all I've ever wanted…all I've ever needed. “Jennie you must be really tired, you look wrecked” my stepfather says as we step out of the car and I am being supported by my stepbrothers to stand straight.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out. I could still feel the heat, but what was odd was that the flames didn’t burn me. I lowered my hands slowly, looking at the book – now burning yet the pages were intact. My heart beat fast as I walked back to the podium. I blink, there was something new. I blinked again. I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere.

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

She kept thinking about Alex, Nick, and a place to live. 'Why are they tying me into this relationship father? Why should I marry someone against my will?! I love Nick! He is my savior, when there was no one beside me he was there to help me! I would've gone insane without him! I love him with all my heart and he loves me! I trust him and he trusts me! I don't want to marry Alex or whatever! Why Baba why? Tell me why life is being so hard on me? what did I ever do to deserve this? That Shoaib harassed me for so many years, I was left alone! You and mama were always too busy to give me any time, again I was left alone! I was going insane! But he, Nick was there to keep me on the verge of sani