Slow Burning Romance Novels & Stories

"Your heat isn't done with you yet. And I am definitely not done with you." Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a slow, deep, tormenting kiss. It wasn't the rough, urgent clash from before. This was a slow burn, a deliberate possession. He tasted her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a heavy, rhythmic stroke that made Paula gasp against his lips. He devoured her sound, trapping her breath in his throat. He kissed her until her hands crawled back up to grip his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his scarred skin as her body instinctively remembered the fire burning in her blood.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

One by one, Malcolm, Callum, and Asher retired to bed, leaving only me and already tipsy Liana in the dimly lit living room. The fire had burned low, its embers casting a soft glow against the walls. The television was on, playing some random romance movie, but neither of us was really watching with interest. We just sat there. Drinking. Existing. Then, the scene on the screen changed. A couple—locked in a slow, passionate kiss. Liana shifted slightly beside me, and I felt the way the air shifted between us. I swallowed, my fingers tightening around my glass. Slowly, I turned my head.

Her legs were covered under his cashmere coat, so she was not too cold, but the position was a little too suggestive. Was he really here to talk? “I’m fine. I’m not cold anymore.” “But you still look cold. Let’s do something else to get you warmer.” Carol immediately knew what he was talking about. “There’s no need for that. I really am not cold anymore.” If they did what Titus suggested and someone discovered them, things would be bad. Titus kissed her. “But you still look cold to me.” “Mmh…” Carol felt as if his hands were on fire and burned her skin through the thin fabric she wore. Since he was holding her tightly, she was pressed flush against his body. Even though they were not having

Sylvia's fingers on smooth skin stimulated Liam's burning thirst for love. "No… no!" Liam ignored all of Sylvia's pleas, he reached out a rough hand to stroke Sylvia's wet bottom, provocatively in a low voice. "Your body can't lie! It's already this wet. You rent it, don't you? Let me satisfy you." Sylvia's face turned bright red. She didn't think her stupid body would betray her so blatantly. "I do not."

I barely uttered these honest words. In his eyes, I knew it's coming, yet I don't dare deny of accepting it. That love that burning on his stare keep adding, like flame, reaching me to share my own desire to touch him too. The hand that was on the door reached my chin. He lifted it then in a flash, his warm enveloped mine. I could taste something sweet as I let his tongue entered the seam of my lips. 'Chocolate?' 'Or the kiss itself is just sweet?' The way he kisses me slowly, nibbling my lips up and down, not a fiery one I saw in movies, but a romantic one which made my heart burst in desire - this has convinced me.

I was already so hard with desire for her, but seeing her so vulnerable to me like that turned it up a million times and I thought I would literally combust. She gave me a slow sly smile and nodded. “I love you, Tom,” she further added. I growled loudly and started kissing her neck until I found the exact place I wanted to mark her as mine forever. My canines elongated and I bit down, tasting her. I hesitated as she moaned then jerked a little and I finally felt the sting of her canines piercing my skin.