Chasing Slow Book Novels & Stories

She gulped, there is no time for reminiscing things. "Athalia Chase wait up! I cannot run like you do, dumbass!" Chase? Solana scrunched her eyebrows when she heard it. There are two girls who are on their way to school. One of them is running at such speed while the other is catching her breath. She seems to have low stamina compared to the other girl. Solana walked towards the girl and offered her hand. She looks tired, she can hear her heart beating fast. "Uh-" said the girl. Of course, Solana smiled at her and standstill.

Author’s Note As I write these final words and close the chapter on Chasing His Stunning Luna, my heart feels both full and unbearably heavy. This book has been a journey—one that I poured my soul into, one that became a part of me in ways I never imagined. The characters, their struggles, their triumphs, their love—they were not just words on a page but living, breathing parts of my heart. And now, having to say goodbye to them feels like losing dear friends.

That hurt so much. He didn't go fast or rough. It was actually slow and very sensual. At first, I was in pain, but that was replaced by pleasure. At this moment I was completely and irrevocably in love with this man. He went a little faster and started to suck one of my breasts while thrusting me. I think sex is my new favorite thing. The way he was claiming my body was driving me insane. You would think he was a pro. We reached our peak and exploded together. We lay there catching our breaths. I caressed his face while smiling like an idiot.

Cherry's POV So, the contract had been officially signed and I was now under the employment of the mysterious Malcolm Balogun. I was his escort now but, I still had a day to be my own woman and not have to bend to the rules of any man. I intended to go all out! In many ways, this Saturday was going to be like a bachelorette party; one last hurrah to do the things that I want before I "tie the knot" and become restricted.

I could feel him smiling and kissing me slowly like we had all the time in the world. I surrendered to his touches. I was waiting for his advances. Until he finally slides his tongue in my mouth tasting me, savoring me, holding my head, nudging me closer to him. He moaned my name as I mirrored his touches and held his head in my palm, caressing his hair. He was excruciatingly slow as he nibbled on my neck, licking me saying that he loves me, saying all the sweet things that he could imagine. That was until I feel him harden under me.

As he looked at me, lovingly, I could tell from his face that he was trying his damn best to hold on to his own hunger and delay his own sweet ending so he could give me mine first. I leaned up so I could kiss him on the lips and I whispered his name again. “Nick…” “I know, kitten,” he whispered back. The fire was getting bigger, my body was getting hotter, and my flight was getting higher. I could feel it coming, could totally sense its force. I was afraid it would consume me, scared that I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Nick’s pace was getting faster, his breathing was becoming more labored as he tried to control his own release. One, two, three deep thrusts and Nick once again pushed me

It made me smile. I pulled the bag of candy out of my pocket and presented it to her, “Twizzler?” She chuckled and took one out of the bag. “Is this what you do for fun now? Kidnap girls in the middle of the night and drive them to the middle of nowhere and fill them with sugar as you wait for the sunrise?” “It’s what I do with YOU now, yes. Don’t get me wrong, chasing the sun is awesome and you were right about the exercise and getting out of the house, but what about just sitting back and enjoying what nature had to offer?”

I asked Callum. "You'll see in a second, sugarplum." He replied with a smirk, kissing my cheek. We found the seating, and saw around thirty people sitting, many with the same book in their hands. They were chatting quietly, waiting for the author. I instantly recognized the book as A Black and White World by one of my favorite author's Zara Jones. My palms began to sweat as we sat down in the back. "Oh my God Callum, I could die right now." I whispered in excitement.

The feeling was definitely, causing me to move without hesitation at a supernatural speed that left the snow and shadows blurring around me. Her presence had struck something deep within me, our conversation a note I hadn’t expected, like an echo from a song I didn’t remember learning. The mist was closing in again, covering her tracks. I didn't know if she was doing it or not, but I unraveled it as I gave chase. I didn't fully understand what was going on yet, but I was determined to.

Chance walked round, confused as ever and ignoring the hungry pangs he was feeling. He hadn't had breakfast as yet and going to a whorehouse so early in the morning wasn't such a good idea. Chance stuffed his hands in his pocket, walking around in a daze until he found himself at the beach. He sucked in a breath, tasting the salty air which immediately take him back to his journey from Detroit to New Hampshire. (It wasn't an easy one, with police on the lookout for a crazy killer boy. Which they almost caught him, simply because he had foolishly broken into a house looking for a hot meal and a safe place to rest his head.