Slow Dancing Burning Room Novels & Stories

I’m amazed at how calm my report sounds. Guns fire from the living room, and suddenly, Tom’s in the doorway, lit by a swath of moonlight from the window. “Stay low. Get behind the bed.” I hear his soft footfalls and the crunch of glass as he runs to the wall beside the window and dodges out, gun leading. He fires twice, then drops the gun. “Here.” I slide mine across the floor to him, assuming he’s out of bullets. “Thanks.” He picks it up and fires three more times. “There’s at least two

he said, “is the real VIP.” Alexander followed more slowly, eyes scanning the room, the bottles chilling in a silver ice bucket, the small table already littered with half-filled glasses, the dim, intimate lighting that made everything feel a little unreal. Jerry flopped down, patting the seat beside him. The dancer wrapped one long leg around the pole, swung effortlessly, and landed in a low crouch, her gaze locking on the newcomers. The music shifted to a deeper, more sultry rhythm as she began to crawl forward, her hands trailing lazily across the polished floor.

Anna was about to refuse again when she noticed that everyone was already clapping their hands and smiling at them. "Well?" "Screw you! Just one dance," Anna said indignantly. Adam only chuckles without saying anything. He could enjoy dancing with this girl, who knows. Shallows began playing as soon as Adam wrapped his hands around Anna's waist. Slowly, Anna placed her hands on Adam's neck. Anna was too preoccupied listening to the furious hammering of her heart and the unexplainable emotion she was feeling within that she didn't notice Adam was already pulling her body unto his. She turns to face Adam, looking at her with darkened eyes and a playful pleasure dancing in them. Anna bites her

“Fine. You can come. But I’m specifically requesting a room with two beds. No funny business.” Archibald puts both hands up. “No funny business, I promise.” As she drains the last of her beer, the music fades out to something quieter, and the DJ leans into the mic again. “This one’s for all the couples out there. Let’s slow things down a little! Now’s the time to grab your lover and come on out to the dance floor.” He presses a few buttons, and then a slow ballad starts playing. Isabella vaguely recognizes it—maybe from a drama she watched a long time ago.

About the promise I had made to master my energy while dancing. “Something with a strong beat.” I replied. “Intense. Hypnotic.” “Closer again?” “No.” I shook my head. “Something different. Something that makes everyone stop breathing.” Jess scrolled through the playlist and selected “Glory Box” by Portishead. The first chords filled the room — slow, dragging, loaded with an almost painful sensuality. “This one.” She said. “This one.” I confirmed. We danced a little in the living room, testing movements, laughing when Nox tried to “hunt” our feet.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

Her expression was only what one could describe as awe, her eyes softened, mouth slightly open. "What's it called?" She asked slowly and I smiled at her, our gazes latching. "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room..." The song- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-_NmCH5bzc

Her panties were black and lacy too and it made my heart jump a mile high at how beautiful she looked. Reluctantly breaking away from the sexy angel in front of me, I looked around the room to see that it was lit with candles as well. Rose petals were strewn across the floor creating a romantic ambiance. I was still rooted on the floor, taking everything in when Fern spoke-more like purr if you asked me-to get my attention."Happy 2nd year anniversary, honey." I blinked. Did I just space out? Ah hell. "Uh...happy, " I gulped,"2nd year anniversary babe." Now I sound like a complete moron.

Now, that same hell had been flung back to the ones who created it. Cedric was shivering uncontrollably, his lips turning a dark purplish-blue as his teeth chattered violently. His eyes locked onto the only thermal blanket on the other side of the aisle. Sabrina saw it as well. Both of them reached out at the same time. However, Cedric didn't hesitate to give himself better odds. He lifted his foot and drove it straight into Sabrina's chest.

We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it. As the door slowly opened, the room began to get lit with red lights, and a single bed which was obviously programmed, surprisingly came out from inside a wall. I sat on the bed, my long hair, sticking to my face as I struggled to search Dashiell's expression for some reason why we were in a room that was almost empty. "This room is called the red room," he announced. I quirked my head to the side and chuckled, "Let me guess…this is also known as your kink room?"