Slow Burn Historical Romance Books Novels & Stories

Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders. I sat close, knees drawn up, my short skirt riding high on my thighs so the bare skin showed. I didn’t pull it down. The heat from the fire, with the heat coming off him, made my skin prickle. “This storm isn’t letting up anytime soon,” I said, grabbing a blanket and draping it over my shoulders but leaving my front open. “Guess we’re stuck here together tonight. Hope I’m not ruining your quiet weekend.” Dante sat across from me, legs stretched out, his eyes tracing the line of my cleavage in the firelight. “You’re not ruining anything. Truth is, it’s been a long time si

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I asked. “Another one of his historical smuts.” Henry replied, raising his voice to grab Ron’s attention. “This is fine historical literature not smut.” I snorted at that. “Fine historical literature my ass.” Henry said. Hen was right. I had once searched for a book in Ron’s vast library that did not involve a Duke being wickedly seduced by a temptress or a Highlander spilling his seeds into a moaning fair maiden and had not found any. Not that I was complaining, they were quite educative.

I increased my pace slightly, my balls slapping her skin as I fucked her wet cunt. And just when I noticed that she was on the brink, I gave her my answer. “Soul flame.” Meadow gasped, throwing her head back and crying out loudly as she came around my cock. “Fuck.” My voice was a low growl. “There are no words for how you look whenever you come for me, baby.” I kissed her. “No. Fucking. Words.” A shiver shot down my spine as warmth spread to the bottom of my stomach, my body tensing up as I pulsed inside of her.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

Chapter 2 Adrian touches me firmly , grounding me, his rough fingers pressing into the delicate skin just above my pulse point. The contact sends a jolt through me, not just from the warmth of him, but from the mark itself. It flares, a sudden, searing heat that races from my collarbone down my arm, as if his skin has lit a fuse beneath mine. I gasp, my free hand flying to his chest, fingers curling into the thick wool of his tunic. His breath hitches, his dark eyes locking onto mine, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to this me and him

A small flame that grew slowly, casting a warm orange glow across the shadows. I didn’t say anything. Just watched him through the golden light. Adrian sat down opposite me, the fire between us. Its glow danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles and the bruise-like shadows under his eyes. We didn't speak. The crackle of burning wood filled the silence, oddly comforting. It was the first warmth I’d felt all day. I curled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, letting the heat soak into my skin. My eyes met his briefly—and for the first time, I didn’t look away.

he rushed to say. That just set my blood boiling at a whole new level. “Why do I need to marry?!” I all but yelled. “I am perfectly capable of running an estate without a man! If I wanted to share my bed with 50 men, whose life does it affect anyway…. No one but mine!” I hadn’t realized I had stalked Sean and was pointing my delicate finger right at his chest as I spoke the last part. We had backed up so he was up against the wall and smiling at me. “What?!” Was all I could get out before he cupped the side of my face, sliding his hand into my hair at the back of my head, tilting my mouth just enough to fit his perfectly. He wasn’t forceful with his kiss, he held his lips lightly against mi