Slow Burning Romance Novels & Stories

WARNING: SEXUAL SCENE: R-RATED 18+ The water swirled around their waists, cool against the feverish heat of their skin, but it did nothing to temper the slow burn reigniting between them. Roman's arms were still locked around her, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark with a mixture of awe and renewed hunger as he looked down at her. She tilted her head, studying the line of his throat, the pulse jumping there. A wicked little smile curved her lips.

They both sighed at the sensation, the hot water making everything feel smoother, more intense. This time their lovemaking was unhurried, almost lazy. Ronan thrust up into her with slow, deep rolls of his hips while she rocked against him, the water lapping gently at her breasts with every movement. Their kisses remained deep and sensual, broken only by quiet moans and whispered breaths. The pace built gradually, the pleasure simmering rather than exploding. Destiny’s head fell back against his shoulder again as she rode him slowly, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock.

Then, I locked the door. After that, I took out a lighter and set the bed on fire. Flames roared to life, crackling through the room. I lay back and closed my eyes, strangely at peace. … Meanwhile, at an award-winning restaurant, Rosa was tugging at Salvatore's arm. "Why did you order everything I don't like? I don't want that. Let's get something else," she whined. Salvatore shook his head. "Not today. Arianna has no appetite. So, I need to bring these back for her before she makes herself sick again."

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?

The fire crackled beside us, its warm glow flickering against the rough walls of the cave. Ronan’s lips moved against mine, slow and deep, as if he was memorizing the feel of me. My hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, my body burning with a need I’d never known before. The mate heat coursed through me, every touch sending sparks across my skin.

He save her a bright smile which lifted up her spirit, she felt lighter at least she shared her dark past with someone. "Thank you" she simply said in a low sweet voice. Her eyes were shining again, like the sunrise which Taylor loved. They stared into each other's eyes and got lost in their own worlds. He put his hands around her waist slowly pulling her in, and before she knew it, his arms were around her. She felt a little helplessness and at the same time hot, it felt like the room suddenly became hot. Her beautiful face was blushing as red as a tomato and he bent towards her head and kissed her lips softly at first, and then with gradual change in intensity which made her cling to him a

I didn't answer him but instead, a bloody scream came from his sister when the fire on her body intensified and it slowly turned her body into ashes. "No. Nooooo!" The Lieutenant came in running and left Cool when he saw what was happening to his Princess. "Lord Dorchadas! Do something! Umbra!" The Lieutenant frantically called out. When he saw that their King wasn't doing anything to save his lover, he did the stupidest move I've ever seen tonight. He jumped on the blazing fire and hugged the princess as they both burn into ashes. "Idiotic!" I heard Lord Dorchadas hissed as he watched what was happening. He watched how his sister and right-hand man burned together in front of him.

Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!" Yvonne rushed to his side, seemingly blind to me crumpled on the floor. I bit back the pain shooting through my leg and pushed myself to my feet. She frantically dug out some ointment and started tending to Wade, scolding me all the while, "How could you be so reckless, spilling boiling water everywhere? He was just trying to help! "We're the ones married here. Can't you stop being so jealous and picking fights?" Gritting my teeth, I rolled up my pant leg to see the blisters forming. I could not help but snort, "Go ahead, be a couple. You have my blessing."

Their lips interconnected in a swirl of romance and passion, glowing with the light of the fireplace in the dark room and soon they were removing each other’s clothing. The clothes were cast onto the carpet as the fire roared behind them, flickering a blindingly beautiful glow off Celeste’s skin. She glistened as he laid her down on the vast couch, their lips devouring each other in a desperate attempt to taste more. Soon, they were clad in nothing but their skin as he sank between her legs, feeling her luscious heat radiating against his pelvis. His hands planted beside her shoulders as he raised himself up. Anthony locked his gaze with hers, watching the flames of the fire dance in the ref