Slow Hot Novels & Stories

Stranger' Heat, a molten current, pooled deep within me. A different kind of excitement, raw and primal, coursed through my veins. He had already begun his insidious magic. His touch, a burning brand against my skin. His murmured voice, a hypnotic whisper that bypassed my ears and resonated directly with my core.

We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

The passion between them built, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume them whole. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The rules, the boundaries, the fears—all were forgotten in the face of the overwhelming desire that drove them together. Gage stood in the kitchen, his back to the counter as he expertly brewed a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma filled the air, enticing and rich. He hummed to himself, lost in thought, as he waited for the coffee to finish. He was wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare and chiseled in the morning light.

The view that stretched out in front of them rendered them speechless. Malachi put their luggage down in the bedroom as Jessica walked out onto the deck. Malachi joined her with two cold beers from the fridge and handed one to her. It was insanely hot and the humidity was almost oppressive since they were used to the weather in Seward. Malachi took his shirt off and Jessica grinned at him. “We just got here.” Malachi emptied his beer and walked back to the covered part of the deck and took the rest of his clothes off as he stood just inside their bedroom. “That looks very inviting.”

Why is he being so caring? “What is it?” I ask as I wrinkle my nose. The smell is awful. I poke it and it wobbles, the contents jiggling inside it, but it’s hot. “It’s a hot water bottle, or hottie for short.” I’m fascinated by this hottie, so I poke it again and it moves. Wow!

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

Célia Consciousness returns in waves. First, the sensation of heavy warmth along my back. An arm, solid as an iron beam, barring my waist, pinning me against a broad, motionless chest. The warmth. His. It permeates the air, the leather of the couch, my own skin. I am immersed in his warmth.

Normal life felt dull and flat. My heat cycle came late in the third month. It was weak and very cold, i had intense body aches, but no true desire. My core dripped slowly, a thin liquid. The sweet scent was low. I suppressed it easily with cold water and wrapped myself in blankets. It was not worth having this heat without their intense, multiple forces. The heat felt pointless and empty. The thought came to me clearly. “You must find a safe Alpha here. Someone gentle, who will not hurt you.”

Sophia's Pov Later that night, I was sprawled out in a single sofa. The television was on, playing a boring chick lit movie but I just couldn't bring myself to concentrate. All I could see was Marco's thick cock drilling my stepmother's cunt after she sucked my fluids off him. My clit throbbed, still swollen, pressed against the rough material of my shorts. Making myself more comfortable on the couch, the front door swung open. The sounds hit me square on the face- loud, slurpy, kissing sounds filled the living room.

and that's when my eyes landed on two identical men. The way they roam their eyes over my body felt as if they were undressing me without even touching me. Heat crept on my neck when I noticed the one on the left dragging his tongue over his lips while shamelessly looking at my boobs. My thighs pressed together because I suddenly felt wet..this huge boobs of mine will get me in trouble one day. They were both insanely hot... Their eyes were deep blue with a sharp jawline paired with a straight perfect nose. Yep...those suit they wore did nothing to hide the muscles beneath. Gosh, they were unfairly hot. Their sleeves were rolled up to their elbows, exposing thick veins running down to their