Slow Burn Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

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.

Through the link, Elara felt his vulnerability, the fear that he wasn't enough, countered by the overwhelming truth that, for him, she was the only star in the sky. ​He cupped her face, his palms warm and scarred, a stark contrast to the coolness of her Ice-Fire. Elara leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she let out a long, shuddering breath. The "Slow Burn" that had simmered through forest treks, library whispers, and bloody battles finally ignited.

The look in his eyes sends a pulsing thrill through me. His gaze burns into me as he undresses. I can’t seem to lift my eyes high enough to meet his. Everything about him is beautiful. My fingertips throb to feel him. My tongue is craving the way he tastes. I lean up to satiate the powerful urges. Before my skin lands on his, he grabs my wrists and holds them to my side. His dark smile breeds more passion in me. Since my hands are tied, I scoot my body closer to his, but he moves away. Frustration paints my face, making him chuckle.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

, I rubbed my fingers against her pussy lips rubbing slowly. “Ahh…sarahhh”, she moaned. Her head arching backwards. This book worm is just a horny little girl, I'll make sure I make her feel what she's been longing for. I leaned in and kissed her beneath her chin. Damnn…I could feel her pulse racing. “I know you want more of this, just say it”, I breathed, my lips brushing her skin. Karen's eyes were filled with pure lust now, the grip on her textbook weakened. She was finally breaking, craving for more of my touch.

He kissed me like he owned me, his hands pulling my hips flush against his hard front, letting me feel exactly what he wanted to do to me. In one motion, he lifted me onto the wide marble island. The cool stone against the backs of my bare thighs made me gasp my nightgown bunched around my waist, exposing my soaked panties to his hungry gaze. Moonlight spilled across my skin, highlighting the way my chest heaved and my nipples strained visibly against the thin fabric. “Fuck….., look at you,” Aaron murmured, voice rough with lust. He ran one hand up my inner thigh, spreading me wider. “You’re already wet.”

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Also, this isn't an erotica and for those of you who love slow burn romance then I got you covered. I'm really thankful for giving this book a chance and I hope to see your comments too❤️

My body arched to meet his, and with every thrust, something electric sparked under my skin. "Nathan," his name escaped my lips in a trembling whisper. I wasn't sure if I was begging him to slow down or go faster. Our breathing filled the room, mixing with soft moans and gasps. His scent surrounded me completely, and something deep inside me felt like it was breaking apart and reforming all at once. After what felt like forever, I noticed his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel him growing tenser inside me. He groaned and trembled above me, lost in sensations I was only beginning to understand.

I cried out, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red crescent marks behind. He didn't slow down. If anything, my voice only made him move harder. He gripped my thighs, hitching them higher over his shoulders so he could drive even deeper into me. The friction was a slow, agonizing burn that made me feel like I was melting from the inside out. The mattress creaked rhythmically, each bang of the headboard against the wall sounding like a drumbeat to my undoing. "ahhh! mmm-ph... Zeth... slower... no, don't... oh god, yes!" I sobbed into the pillow, my body shaking with every violent plunge.