Slow Burn Stories Novels & Stories

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~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

"Good girl. Now, let's see how much you can handle." The rest of the hour was a blur of exquisite torture. He used his words to strip her down as much as his hands, detailing exactly what he was going to do to her, how he was going to mark her, how he was going to make her scream. He was a master of the slow burn, pushing her to the very edge of an orgasm before pulling back, leaving her sobbing and desperate on the drafting table. "You're not ready yet," he would whisper, his voice a cruel caress. "A good structure needs to be tempered by fire. You have to learn to crave the weight."

The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape. I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.

Chapter 15 Anna's POV Dylan hopped in the car with a smile on his face, leaving me completely still. This loneliness was making me loose my mind. But still…there's no way I'm going back home. Later that evening, I picked up my phone and opened N*****x to watch a romance series that was trending on social media. I haven't watched any movie alone in my life. That sounds weird to most people but yeah, it's the truth. I either watched with my best friend ,siblings, mum or my boyfriend

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

“Sure, Hunter. Problem with your homework?” Hardly. I was a straight-A student—though not because I hadn’t fucked a couple of my professors last year. That wasn’t the point. “I slept weird and my back is killing me,” I said, wincing. “There’s this knot I can’t reach. Could you rub it for me? Please?”

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.

That night, was the start of something fantastic. That night, I welcomed the best thing that ever happened to me. Or at least that's what I thought, until I met him... Natalie and Kane's story will continue in ‘In Flames’