Slow Burning Romance Novels & Stories

I followed seconds later, burying myself deep and spilling inside her with a groan that came from my gut. We stayed locked together, trembling, while the aftershocks rolled through us. I kissed her shoulders again, softer this time, tracing the marks with my tongue like an apology and a promise. The room was still freezing. Our breath fogged faintly in the air above the blanket. But under it we were burning. I pulled the covers back up around us and lay down, keeping her tucked against my chest. My hand stroked lazy patterns along her spine. “The cold doesn’t matter,” I said quietly, voice rough. “Not as long as you’re burning for me.”

The world needed a picture of stability, and we gave it one. A wife. A child. A perfect lie. Married life with her felt like a blur now, a contrast to the storm raging inside me. I bent over the table and inhaled sharply. The burn hit instantly, fierce and numbing all at once. I welcomed it. For a few seconds, the edges softened. The anger dulled. The word “father” stopped echoing in my head. I straightened slowly, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Pedro shifting on the couch.

I tilted my hips, a silent invitation for him to move. He began to thrust, a slow, steady rhythm that built the fire inside me all over again. Each stroke was long and deep, his cock dragging against my sensitive walls, hitting all the right spots. I met his thrusts, our bodies moving together in a primal, ancient dance. The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, my soft moans, his guttural groans.

If she saw me zoning out one more time, she’d definitely start bugging me. We kept walking, and Veronica was her usual chatty self, typical Veronica, always rambling about milk tea and romance novels. She can stay up all night reading those love stories, but when it comes to our class textbooks? She’s already yawning by the first page. We were already inside the milk tea shop, I had my drink in hand, but Veronica was still at the counter, arguing with the server about the quality of the sugar used. A few more minutes passed before she finally wrapped things up and marched straight over to the table where I was sitting.

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

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it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"Why would a young woman like you need to live in such a big apartment? You're not getting any younger either. Who knows if you can still get married? You might as well transfer the apartment to Harrison, considering he's been dating you all these years. "Once he and Anna have a child, you can be the child's godmother. That way, you won't have to be completely alone in your old age. That would be so pathetic." Her greedy demands made me sneer. My eyes fell on the bowl of chicken soup on the table. It was still steaming a little. Smiling faintly, I hastened over to the table and grabbed the bowl before pouring the soup all over Anna's mother. Before she even realized what was happening, the s

She gently bit his lips evoking a deep burning arousal of romance. With bodies clinging to each other, they kissed passionately and deeply until their romance blossomed into an intense burning desire like fire. Moaning and sweet whispers of two adults could be heard as they both delved through a naked romance, eating predatorily, every flesh raw till they got drenched synchronously. “ I love you, you are so sweet“ Shawn whispered to her ears, breathing fast from pleasure. He tried breaking her hymen that morning but Joana screamed and he suddenly stopped, remembering what they agreed on.

“I made sure you were comfortable. I gave you everything you needed! The money, the food, the sex! I know for a fact you can't deny how goooood the sex was Emily. You loved every bit of it” “I worshipped your body like it was gold. The sight of your thighs alone made me thirst for you. I loved you!” “Did you!? Is this what being loved feels like?” Her voice was so shaky from the tears she was struggling with but I had to interject. “I do all this for you Emily and what do I get in return? A snooping wife!” At this point, I drew every response I gave from the piled-up rage I held in me. Yet, surprisingly the sight of her weakness made me want her back again.