Romans & histoires Slow Burn Fantasy Romance

One hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted, while the other slipped under my shirt, palm scorching a path up my bare back. His fingers dug into my skin, nails scraping lightly as he rocked his hips forward in a slow, teasing rhythm that made my knees buckle. A broken moan escaped me. Ethan drank it down, sucking on my tongue, biting my lower lip until it throbbed. The world narrowed to nothing but him—the taste of wine and forbidden desire, the hard press of his body, the low growls vibrating from his chest into mine. When he finally pulled back, only a fraction of an inch, both of us were breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust and s

but I really can't say because I don't know him but into response to him I said why do you ask Lawrence said no reason just wanted you to get to know him better since he's a family friend and we will see him more in the future. I know if people could read my mind they probably would say why are you thinking about this other man when you got a man already, little as they don't know I have an appetite for real burning lust I mean the lust that make you lose all sensible thinking, the lust that make you forget whether you coming or going the lust that change reality. The lust that you think that's only fabricated in fantasies or in your dreams as a victorious woman I want that. I need that but

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the wa

J About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter.

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

It wasn’t enough that she transmigrated into her book now the moda effin book was rewriting itself! This was supposed to be a romance novel, not a horror story! In the novel, the Moon Spirit Trial was supposed to be painless, holy. If the accused were innocent, they were immediately vindicated by the Moon Spirit. There was no burning the innocent! No death! No screaming for help that would never come! What is this hell! By the time she finally calmed herself down, the sun had already set. She had cried, passed out from exhaustion, and woken up only to cry again.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

Story:5 Title: Summer Heat Jasmine returns to her small hometown to stay with her older brother for the summer, only to find his best friend, Theo, now a chiseled firefighter living next door. Late-night swims, shared drinks, and stolen glances turn into a slow-burn attraction. But giving in to temptation could ruin everything. The taboo of desire builds until they can no longer hold back, leading to a sensual awaken that neither expected. ——- The heat hit Jasmine before she even got out of the car.

She opened WhatsApp, scrolled through his group chats, and clicked into one with his friends. [Connor, it's almost Cathy's death anniversary. Let's do something big that day, really give Samantha a lesson she won't forget. Consider it a tribute to Cathy.] [Yeah. I've got an idea—let her relive that nightmare from three years ago. But we'll make it worse. When the fire starts, you swoop in and 'save' her again. She'll be even more obsessed with you. Then when she's madly in love, just dump her.]

"No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love." "THAT IS LUDICROUS!" I roared at her. "This will serve as a lesson, to both of you,” she said as she took turns in looking at Nathaniel and I, “ You will be watched. I will make sure that my descendants will watch your progress. Until then, good luck." Then the room went back to normal but the spot where Florence stood was vacant. She had disappeared, leaving us to deal with the aftermath. As for the wom