Slow Burn Romance Artinya Novels & Stories

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?

The dazzling sunset and glimmering sea bloomed like fireworks at my back. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Your painting looks wonderful! You made me look much better than in real life." Andrew gazed at me with a profound look in his eyes. "In my eyes, you're just that beautiful." My heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks warmed. I hurriedly looked away, only to hear Andrew calling out to me. "I know you've been through a lot, Darcy, but I hope you'll be as happy as you are in this painting every day from now on."

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

“And you, my love, ignite a fire within me, a passion that transcends the boundaries of time and mortality. I am forever grateful for the love we share.” Jonathan’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle caress. He leaned forward with a tender smile, his forehead gently pressing against mine. At that moment, our souls seemed to merge as if we were two halves of a whole, perfectly united in love and understanding. I closed my eyes, relishing the warmth of his touch, the electric current that flowed between us. Time seemed to stand still as our foreheads touched, a silent promise passing between us. It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

“Tell me what you're thinking.” “I’m thinking about how much I want to bury myself deep inside you,” I confided, starting to rock my hips back and forth and coating my entire length with her wetness before lowering a bit and aiming right where I wanted to be. “But we'll take it slow, okay? I want to savor this moment to remember it my entire life, Vivienne.” Her lips parted, but no sound escaped from them. Her eyes narrowed and didn't leave mine as I started to fuck her slowly, inch by inch. Her vaginal walls parted to welcome me into her warm, wet interior until I was finally fully buried in her.

Logan's responses, subtle shifts and sighs, became the melody of our intimate duet. The room, now steeped in the warm glow of our shared intimacy, became a haven where the language of desire painted a narrative that unfolded in soft whispers and lingering touches. The art room, once defined by brushes and paints, now embraced a different kind of artistry—one sculpted in the contours of our intertwined moments and the delicate hues of connection that unfolded beneath the canvas of shared passion.

To the couch and the promise of thirty days and pretending to be the most nauseating couple in the world. “We’re still good,” I whisper back. “Still disgustingly in love. Still making Queenie want to vomit.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “I believe the agreement was nauseatingly in love.” “Same thing.” “It’s really not. Nausea implies a slower build. Disgust is more immediate.” His thumb traces my cheekbone again, softer now. “I prefer the slow burn.” “You would.” I manage a small smile despite everything. “Control freak.”