Fast Burn Romance Books Novels & Stories

She pushes against me and cups my face with her hands. Dom dances around in my head. Her eyes are heavy with desire and confusion. I lean up and kiss her. The kiss is explosive. Fireworks are going off in my brain. Her chest vibrates with a purr. She welcomes that, dancing her tongue around mine. It takes everything I have not to rip her clothes off and take her in the forest. She pulls away from me as realization comes across her face. She pushes herself off my lap, causing my body to shiver at the loss of her warmth.

"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.

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.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

She could barely keep up with my passion, even though she was trying to dominate me. Suddenly, she pulled away, stunning me and making me crave more. She sat up and smiled down at me, making me roll my eyes. “You are playing with fire, baby,” I said and grabbed her thigh, then stroked the lace materials of her socks. “What if I want to get burned,” Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock.

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.

"That young man over there seems like a responsible guy. He even agreed to pay for the damages without trying to drag his feet about it! I guess that's to be expected when you're rich." "The young woman is so lucky too! She found herself a rich and handsome man who loves her so much. This Maybach must've cost a bomb, and look how damaged it is now, but her boyfriend didn't even say a single harsh word to her. What a loving couple they are." Taking in the praise from the crowd, Harrison became even smugger. Still holding onto the young woman, he declared nonchalantly, "It's just a car. It's nowhere near as important as my darling here."

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like.

I already nearly forgot I had just signed my divorce papers last night. Why was I so excited? And why was Ashley taking so long to pick up her food and come back to this seat? And just as I thought of Ashley “Girl, I don't know how you served your meal so fast but there was just so much to choose from, I had to take my time” Ashley came back with a huge smile on her face. “Look at this cupcake Emily. Why didn't you pick that?” “I don't know, maybe I should get it too” I was still distracted by my thoughts of this young man.