Slow Burn Romance Novels & Stories

The server room walls were starting to warp from the heat, smoke seeped through tiny cracks. Dante pulled the mask away and kissed Luca deeply, slow and full of love, even as his hips started moving again gentle but insistent thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into Luca’s wrecked body. “We might not have much time left,” Dante whispered against his lips, his voice thick with emotion and renewed lust. “So I’m taking you one more time. We are going slow and way deeper this time. Like I’m making love to you while the world burns down.” He rolled them so Luca was on top, hands guiding the younger man to ride him slowly, deeply, intimately. Their eyes stayed locked as Luca moved, taking every thick

“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

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

So much that she suspected her IQ would continue dropping the longer the time she spent being in his arms. "F*ck yes. You're so hot. What a beautiful woman you are… yes, keep watching. Watch just how hot and beautiful and ravishing you are. Watch how you bloom and respond so wonderfully in my hands." These rumbling whispers in her ears had her feeling like she was going to lose herself completely. The fire he had ignited now had raged and turned into an inferno. A heavenly inferno.

I loosen up my tie, rest my back on this humongous seat, and rub my temple repeatedly. But when I finally open my eyes, the figure is still there. And right now, she’s taking baby steps toward me. A smile appears on my face when this goddess gorgeous woman calls me in her usual sensual tone, "Hi, Dmitri Sullivan. I’ve finally caught you. Are you ready to satisfy my cravings?" “The Virgin’s Cravings it is,” say the two of them inwardly. - THE END - to be continued... THE MISTRESS'S CRAVINGS: HIS BETROTHED (BOOK 2)

Then slowly, his fingers traced my jawline, as if in anticipation of some intimacy. Was he doing this purposefully? “Henry…" I breathed out his name. “Layla.” He gently touched my lower lip, I shut my eyes, and stirrings of passion unleashed in me. What had changed? I thought I was dead to passions of any kind. I thought I was…I was sweating, and my heart was beating so fast I doubted he couldn't hear it. His fingers played on my face before he brought his face closer to mine, his breath very warm and…

My eyes flew open and I tried to sit up, suddenly aware that something warm and solid was hovering over me. “What time is it now?” I asked quickly, pushing my palms against the couch to lift myself up. But before I could move any further, his hand pressed lightly against my shoulder and guided me back down. “Vince—” The rest of my words disappeared the moment his lips touched mine. For a brief second my mind went completely blank. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless either. Instead, it was slow and deliberate, as if he had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally decided he was done pretending.

The world around them seemed to blur as they leaned closer, drawn together by an invisible force that defied logic and reason. In the quiet sanctuary of the office, the air was charged with unspoken promises and unfulfilled yearning. Each heartbeat echoed the rhythm of their shared desire, a symphony of emotions that swirled around them like a whirlwind of passion and possibility. As their lips hovered mere inches apart, a breath away from sealing their unspoken bond, Hazel and Axel found themselves teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to leap into the unknown depths of their burgeoning romance. And in that suspended moment of anticipation and longing, Hazel and Axel knew that their <

he murmured against her lips, teeth grazing lightly, “and I… I want to burn with you.” Luna’s hands threaded through his hair, tugging, pulling, holding him tight. “Then burn,” she whispered, breath hitching. “Don’t hold anything back.” He growled low in response, and the kiss deepened again, tongues teasing, teeth nipping, hands roaming. Her back arched, breath hitched, a moan escaping, unrestrained, carried away by the warmth of the fire and the storm outside. Every inch of her body screamed with want, and Adrian answered in kind, moving with purpose, dominance, and a raw, undeniable passion.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy my latest novel. This is a story of love and betrayal. I warn you now, it doesn't contain explicit sex scenes. My spelling is NZ spelling, so you will find words spelt differently (s instead of z, u in words like colour). 🌿 Layla's Point of View Happiness, I thought, was what stayed when the noise left. Not fireworks, but settling. Not applause, but the hum that follows when the dishes are done. The kind of quiet that keeps a house stitched together.