Slow Burn Love Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

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...

With skill, he brought her to the brink of pleasure, each touch calculated to awaken her deepest desires. Suddenly, Tristan's fingers withdrew, prompting a frustrated groan from Aurora. But he could no longer delay the inevitable. Clothes were discarded quickly, both eager to satisfy the passion that consumed them. When he entered her, a synchronized moan of pleasure escaped their lips. Aurora wrapped her legs around him, her nails digging into his back, while Tristan held her firmly by the hips, deepening each thrust. The moans grew louder, but their voices were drowned out by the music still playing outside, unaware of the passion unfolding in the room.

"Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable." ~Bruce Lee Rogue's POV

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.

Her hand pressed over mine, sealing it like a vow. “We need to burn it all,” she whispered, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes as she bent to kiss my forehead. Her rosary beads brushed against my temple, cool against the fever heat. For a moment, I let myself believe her, that the fire could cauterize every wound, every betrayal, every ghost still tearing at me from the inside. But when she pulled back, when the room went quiet but, I knew the truth. You can burn flesh. You can burn bone. But you can’t burn love.

sent shivers down my spine. Our lips met in a tender, electrifying kiss, and the world around us melted away. Lightning and soothing fire coursed through our veins, a pulsating rhythm that seemed to synchronize our very souls. In that moment, we were one, our love burning bright and true, a flame that would endure for all eternity.