Slow Burn Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

She casually swirled the wine in her glass, as if his words meant nothing to her. Taking a sip, she said nonchalantly, "Do I really have to spell it out? Come on, Tucker. Did you honestly think I was with you for love? That's absurd." Tucker stiffened, his face draining of color. His voice grew cold and sharp. "So, what was it for then?" Shelby's smile faded, replaced by a contemptuous stare. "Are you really that clueless, or just afraid to face reality? I stayed for comfort and money. Were you really under the impression that I cared about you?"

“Damn, your tongue feels so good against my neck, little demon.” I whimpered softly, my hips grinding down in slow, needy circles against his hardness. The friction of his thick cock against my soaked core through our clothes was driving me insane. My panties were soaked, my wetness staining his pants. I reached up and brushed my fingers over one of his small, dark horns, tracing the smooth, warm curve. Brayden shuddered beneath me, a low growl rumbling in his chest that I felt vibrate through my entire body. “So… hot,” I whispered deliriously, grinding harder against his lap. “All of you… I can’t stop touching you. I don’t know what’s happening to me. My body feels like it’s on fire.”

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

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.

A glint of fury smoldered in his eyes, anger stoked by Ismael's deceptive actions, the audacity of his plan. Leo's gaze bore into Ismael, a potent mix of disappointment and rage simmering beneath the surface. With a swift, disdainful motion, Leo tossed the envelope Ismael had handed him earlier to the ground. The paper caught fire, the flames devouring it with an intensity that mirrored Leo's fury. Watching the burning file, Leo's expression contorted with a mixture of disgust and disdain, his fiery emotions mirroring the flames that consumed the paper. Slowly, his gaze lifted, fixing onto Ismael with an unyielding intensity.

The flames kiss the base of the structure first, then catch. Within moments, the Saltfire roars to life. Its heat rolls out in waves. Orange light spills across the faces around us, turning everyone golden. The chill that’s lingered all day for the last few weeks begins to lift, slowly replaced by warmth that seeps into the bones. Sparks rise like fireflies into the darkening sky, and I find myself holding Kara’s hand again without realizing it.

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.

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

He crouches in front of me, his eyes scanning my face, his proximity suffocating. His hand brushes towards my collarbone, making me draw back. "You’ve lost weight. These bones are too apparent. Haven’t you been consuming nicely?" Why is he pretending to care? His hands circulate down to inspect each inch of me, tracing scars like they’re secrets and techniques he’s rediscovering. "You shouldn’t contact me like that," I mutter, my voice trembling. "I’m no longer your spouse anymore." He ignores me completely. "You said you were late for work. Which corporation is it?"

Like it meant salvation. I watched her come undone beneath me, in quiet waves, her head thrown back, eyes shining with something too raw to name. Her magic pulsed beneath her skin, lighting her from within, and I knew - I knew - I would never see anything more beautiful. And still, I didn’t rush. Because there was no rush. There was only now. Only her. Only the slow burn between us, rising like wildfire, like starlight, like the beginning of a universe that didn’t care about war or prophecy - only the way her body moved with mine like we had always belonged here.