Slow Burn Spicy Romance Books Novels & Stories

he rasped, his voice low and husky. His words lit her on fire and her eyes rolled back at the prospect of getting punished. "Your punishment will have to wait till I can get you back home, mon amour but for now —_Laisse-moi me régaler_" He leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit, her moans were like music to his ears. He teased her clit, linking and sucking on it until she was writing with pleasure, he loved watching her come undone on his tongue. Conan rose slowly, his lips curved in a smirk. He wrapped his arm around her waist to stabilize her as she rode the high of her orgasm. He kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue, Aca moaned against his lips feeling her arousa

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

“Let them.” He kissed her harder. His hand slid under her shirt, warm against her skin. She arched into him, desperate. “Wait.” He pulled back, breathing hard. “Your back. You’re hurt.” “I’m fine.” “Briony.” “Please. I need this. I need you.” His eyes searched hers. Whatever he saw there made him nod. “Tell me if it hurts.” “I will.” He kissed her again. Softer this time. His hands gentle as they worked her jacket off, her shirt up and over her head. When he saw the burn across her shoulder blade, he made a sound.

Scarlett’s body arched in the darkness with a sensation. A slow, searing heat that started at the base of her spine and fanned outwards, a languid wildfire under her skin. She felt a hand, a man’s hand to be more precise, slide up the length of her thigh, fingers grazing skin with deliberate possession. The heavy oak desk was cold against the backs of her thighs, the stark contrast to the heat of his body a delicious shock. His mouth was at her ear, breath hot, words too blurred to understand yet devastating in their weight.

He’s so hard the skin feels fever-hot, like velvet over steel. I stroke once, slow from base to tip, thumb circling the slit where precum beads. He jerks in my grip, hips snapping forward involuntarily. “Fuck, Belle” The way he says my name, half curse, half prayer, sends heat flooding through me. I lean forward, press an open-mouthed kiss to the head. Just a taste. Salt and heat and him. His hand flies to my hair, fingers threading tight, not pulling yet, just holding on like he might fall apart if he lets go.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, her sweat, arousal, and the faint trace of lavender shampoo from last night’s bath “Fuck, Charlotte… so hot… so tight… so wet…” She could feel every ridge, every vein as he moved inside her. The friction was perfect and maddening. She’d waited for this feeling to dull over time— the overwhelming fullness, the delicious stretch, but if anything, it only grew more intense. Each deliberate slide made her feel claimed, cherished, utterly possessed. She loved how deeply he filled her, pressing against places that made stars burst behind her eyelids. But she was close again and he was moving too slowly. She wanted him to move faster.

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

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.

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.