Slow Burn Love Novels & Stories

I said, sweetly. “Hello,” he said in a voice just above a whisper. “You wore me out,” I whined, “and I’m a little sore.” “I have some pain reliever for you,” he offered. “I’m tired of being so loopy,” I complained. “It’s just a strong dose of Ibuprophen,” he assured me. “I dreamt that you took me away to a warm, tropical place,” I said, sheepishly, as I sat up and took the pills he offered. “We made love on the sand.”

It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

The bright lights went out, and the steady smoke from the smoke machine created this air of mystery that caused everywhere to grow silent. Someone climbed the stage before proceeding slowly to the mic. We watched as she held the mic, waiting with bated breaths for something, anything. And then we heard the sweetest low voice in the history of low voices. The strum of the guitar sounded softly before a red spot light settled on her face. Her violet eyes were the first thing that grabbed me. Just like the first time, I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. It was magnet. As she sang, those beautiful pupils painted every emotion for each line, taking us on a journey of no return. We were all

He was holding my hand and we were heading towards end of the hill. After reaching there we were looking down the beautiful view when I saw some lights on the hill in front if us. It was although very much far from us but the lights were shinning and looking beautiful. After sometime the lights were off , then again the lights started glowing but now they were following a pattern. Slowly It was making words "I LOVE YOU ASH" I wasn't believing that. My heart was filled with emotions. Such a beautiful proposal. I turned around to see him, He again asked me turn around.

I burned with the same desire; my body strained to the breaking point. My lips drifted back up to nip the lobe of her ear before I whispered. softly in her ear, "I want to show you how much I burn for you, leannan. Let me explore every inch of you." My hands began their journey, tracing the contours of her body, up her arms, and down her sides, burning a trail of fire along her skin. I felt her shiver in response, and a low growl rumbled in my throat as my cock hardened even more.

"The room is soundproof for reasons like this. Be as loud as you want, baby. No one will hear you." He thrusts sharply, causing a loud moan to escape as my eyes roll back. His pace was almost painful. I kiss him roughly just as my orgasm rips through me. My legs start to feel like jelly. He releases a soft moan as he slows his pace. I lay my head on his shoulder as I pant aggressively. "I love you," I breathe. He kisses my shoulder blade. "I don't have a problem giving you another lesson on what's yours if you would like?" I let out a small chuckle.

I just smiled and excused myself to the kitchen, but I could feel the heat of suspicion burning behind me. Later That Night As I sat by my window, watching the lights of passing cars, my phone buzzed again. J.J: “I love you. Even if the world finds out. Even if it burns. I love you, Carolyn.” I stared at the message for a long, long time. Smiled. Typed back: “Then let it burn. I’m yours.”

“That I don’t want the easy, honest type of love? But what if the fire is the only thing that makes me feel alive?” Sloane stood, walked to my bed, and sat beside me. “I say this with nothing but love in my heart towards you, but Kim, you’re crazy. What this is—is a fantasy. You have a kink, and that’s what all this is. He’s not some kind of fire or whatever you want to call it. You can be just as passionate as you are with Adrian with anybody else in the world.” I looked away, wiping at the corner of my eye. “I’m already in too deep, Sloane.”

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

He says into my ear with a low tone. I feel tears stream down my face. He moves his hand back to my ass and thighs. He's squeezing them hard on purpose. I can already picture how blue and purple they will get. He grabs onto my panties and pulls them down to above my knees. Then he takes his fingers and pushes them into me. It doesn't feel good at all. It burns. It burns so fucking much. The gun is still held to the left of my head. I stare down the silver barrel of it, praying a bullet will come out.