Burning Hot 소설 & 이야기

You are so dramatic. I have never, felt the kind of heat in my body as I felt right now. Not only was I super fucking horny, like, about to go to town on myself with a hairbrush horny, but it felt like I had a fever of at least a hundred and four. I wasn't expecting the phrase "going into heat" to be so damn literal. Why was my entire body on fire?

I asked. “Most immortals can’t be killed by fire. It takes intense heat, like lava, to kill one, but fire still hurts like hell for the bulk of immortals. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get some things done. If there are any other issues tonight, just let myself or Ash know, and it will be handled.” Taking the hint, I allowed myself to be dismissed and walked out of his office and back out into the club to finish my shift.

Phoebe Flames lick at my skin, slowly growing hotter and hotter. My body feels tense with an unquenchable need, a pulsating desire aching in my core. My mind is hazy with lust as the scent of mangoes wraps around me, and I know deep down that I am royally fucked. It seems this heat is worse than I expected, the need growing inside me becoming overwhelmingly disorienting, and I cling to the warm body beneath me that is keeping the flames from consuming me whole.

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

Like drinking hot tea on a cold day. The warmth became heat. The heat became fire. The fire became agony. Every cell in my body was burning. I gasped and fell to my knees, the pain so intense I couldn't even scream. It felt like my skin was being flayed off, like my bones were melting, reforming. Like something massive, powerful was trying to claw its way out of my flesh. Zane's chanting grew louder, more insistent. The moonlight intensified, focusing on me like a spotlight.

He placed his hand on her waist, and a sudden burning sensation rushed through me faster than logic could stop it. I looked away, my jaw tightened. The heaviness in my chest increased. It's just business. Seeing him with another girl shouldn't affect me like this. Then why does it feel like this? I looked again. He said something, and Siana laughed. My heart felt like it was on fire, not loud, not dramatic, but painfully aware. "A beautiful lady like you doesn't look good sitting so quietly alone while everyone else is dancing." Brooke approached me, his voice sliding through the music like silk. He extended his hand slightly, head tilted, smile charming and confident.

The pleasure overwhelming my senses was so strong that my mind went blank the whole time. Some time later, our ragged breathing was the only sound left in the room. When I tried to crawl over to the nightstand to grab a cigarette, my hand was already trembling violently. After sticking the cigarette between my lips, I tried lighting it up with my shaky hands but to no avail. Before I could light my cigarette, I felt my ankle getting grabbed by Julius. To make it worse, my body was still sensitive from the climax. My cigarette fell to the floor. I gripped the bedframe tightly while sobbing out, "I can't do this anymore… I don't want another round…"

“He just… hurts.” Then the burning explodes. My hand feels like fire is crawling under my skin. The floor under it turns black. Cracks open. Smoke comes out. It gets hotter. And hotter. And hotter. Everything smells like burning.

The air in the car is too hot, too heavy and too much that even opening of the door does nothing to soothe the burning inside. I feel like my body is on fire. Their attention always burns me up and I love every second of it, it's all I've ever wanted…all I've ever needed. “Jennie you must be really tired, you look wrecked” my stepfather says as we step out of the car and I am being supported by my stepbrothers to stand straight.

Halfway through our reunion with some friends, my fiancée went missing. I was about to look for her when comments started popping right in front of me. "What's the second lead doing, coming to his car? The male and female lead are still going at it!" "I love seeing how his new car has become the stage for the lead characters' first time!" "That's what he gets for taking the male lead's spot for too long!" Our mutuals stopped us. "Helga's gone to get you a present. You should go back and wait." "Friends for life. They're covering up for the male and female leads," read one comment. "The beautiful female lead belongs to no one but the male lead! If I were there, I’d lie to that jerk too!