Slow Burn Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

That night, was the start of something fantastic. That night, I welcomed the best thing that ever happened to me. Or at least that's what I thought, until I met him... Natalie and Kane's story will continue in ‘In Flames’

Slick and sweaty. I press my forehead to hers. “You feel like fire.” “I am fire,” she growls, flipping us over so she’s on top. Her thighs straddle mine, her hands planted against my chest. “And I burn for you.” She rides me fast and wild, hair falling over her face, lips parted and red. I grip her hips, helpless beneath the wave of her sensual onslaught. Her magic sparks across her skin in brief bursts of blue flame flickering against my stomach and chest. It doesn’t burn, but it ignites my passion.

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❤️!!

The beast purred. I rolled onto my back, panting, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slow circles. This wasn’t me. This was the curse he’d given me. The wolf. I closed my eyes and tried to picture normal things: lab reports, data spreadsheets, the quiet rhythm of waves on a research dive. But every thought circled back to Brody. His body over mine. His teeth in my neck. The way he’d roared when he came. My hand slid down my stomach, under the waistband of my shorts. I was soaked—drenched, aching. I touched myself—slow circles over my clit, two fingers sliding inside.

The guilt crashed over her like a wave, but the burning desire overpowered everything and burned even hotter. “Touch me already,” she demanded breathlessly, surprising herself with how needy and desperate her voice sounded. Marcus grinned wickedly against her skin and slid one large hand between her legs, rubbing her soaked cunt firmly through the thin, drenched fabric. The pressure made wet, obscene sounds. “So fucking wet for me already. Such a good girl, Professor Brown.” She gasped sharply as he pushed her panties roughly aside and sank two thick fingers deep inside her without warning. The delicious stretch and fullness felt incredible. Elena’s hips bucked wildly against his hand, chasi

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses. I yelled into the megaphone, "Jared, I like you! Marry me! I'll keep standing here until you come out and meet me!" After a long time, he finally came out, surrounded by his team members. He walked up to me and accepted the bouquet of roses, but he rejected me. "I appreciate your feelings, but I can't marry you." I asked him tearfully, "Why? Do you not like me at all?" "No." "Then, why? Tell me! At least give me a reason!"

"Because you are brilliant, Daniel. You just needed someone to remind you of it." I smiled and finally took in the full reality of her silk robe, the way the soft fabric parted over her thighs, the heat radiating from her skin against mine instantly transmuted into raw, heavy lust. "You are incredible," I murmured, my voice dropping. I didn't wait for her to reply. I dropped my glass of scotch onto the floor, the crystal shattering against the hardwood, and grabbed her waist. I pulled her hard against me, molding her body to mine, and crashed my mouth down onto hers.

A slow, inexorable burn that spread upward, through his guts, into his lungs, his throat, his mind. Damien’s eyes rolled back. His pupils blew wide, then flashed amber for a heartbeat. The incubus’s voice echoed inside his skull now, layered over his own thoughts. Feel me entering you. Not just your ass. All of you. Damien’s hips bucked backward involuntarily, seeking. His mouth opened on a gasp. The demon pushed. The ridged head breached him in one smooth, burning slide. Damien cried out, sharp, broken as the first thick ring dragged over his rim, then the second, then the third. Each ridge popped past the tight muscle like a deliberate torment, stretching him wider with every inch.

"Imagine the way I'd crave you even more after, how every touch, every glance from all three of you would become a command that I'd be desperate to obey, how intense it could be when I come back to you, my body already on fire, aching for you to extinguish the flames they've started." She let her fingers trail slowly down his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles as she spoke. "And you wouldn't just be sharing me," she continues, her voice dripping with raw desire. "You'd be indulging in every fantasy, every dark desire that you've ever thought about. You'd see the way I melt under their hands, hear the sounds I make, feel the way I crave you even more because of it. Isn't that something

“This is going to go nice and slow.” Scintillating as the promise breathed in my ear was, I didn’t think I had nice and slow in me. I had been too long. He was kind, intelligent, patient, attentive, funny, and hot as all seven hells. I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to spear into me right there. The man’s smell. His eyes. His inferno heat… Every glance became its own caress, adding to his roaming hands, and I was beyond reason. So far past slow or being told to wait, I wound my arms and legs around his powerful form, grinding his hard dick in demand.