Novel & Cerita Slow Burn Spicy Romance Books

Kissing and moaning at the same time. KINGSTON I distracted her with kisses as I patiently moved inch by inch until I was inside of her.She was so tight.She gripped my shoulders as she gasped and twisted her body in pain. "Kingston"She screamed my name and I felt happiness fill my heart. After sometime I slowly started moving and it was a wonderful feeling. "King...K-b"She gasped out a breathless moan as she dug her nails into my shoulders. It was love making between I and Vida.Love making with my wife.I reached climax as I emptied myself in her

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

Andre’s hips grind down against his own, giving Dylan just a little taste of that friction that drives him crazy “big…so fucking big…god, Dre—please.” Dark laughter spilling right into his lips has Dylan’s mind spinning, Andre’s voice numbing everything around them, “ still talking about my brain, are you baby?” Dylan has no shame in the messy way he kisses anymore, Andre never seems to have any complaints, so he just dives right in and continues begging, “please…just…anything.” Andre coaxes him to calm down. Bringing their kisses from a sloppy mess of adrenaline, to the most deliciously languid makeout session they’ve had to this date.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

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.

Her eyes, now dilated and glittering with barely suppressed desire, looked up at me in surprise as I bit her bottom lip before stroking it with my tongue. I held back my sound of glee as that beautiful mouth quietly opened in anticipation of mine, and I moved my free hand to her neck to hold her firmly before crashing my lips to hers. Soon we were in a tangle of limbs as my tongue entered her mouth to savor every corner, plundering and taking as much as it could. God, I’d missed this. The passion that always flared between us with just a touch, and the barely contained desire that seemed to consume us when our bodies came into contact.

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

I let her walk away from me when I should’ve fought harder. But seeing her tonight, smiling at someone else, that rewired something in me. I know her. I know her better than anyone. Better than he ever will. He’s not built for her. Not really. Not when things get hard. Not when she burns. And Aria burns. She deserves someone who won’t flinch. Someone who knows that love isn’t neat, or easy, or safe. It’s messy. Inconvenient. It takes your spine and snaps it in two. It sets your soul on fire and dares you to walk through the flames for it.