Burning Love Book Novels & Stories

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

I stood from the bed, my nightie falling above my knees, grabbing the glass of Bourbon and pouring some in the glass. "You think that after that conference people will forget about what happened in Mexico and what's happening to your father right now?" Lucas scoffed from my bed, shook his head and stood to open the balcony window. The cold air entered the room and immediately, my nipples hardened. Lucas took something out of his pocket. I realized that it was a pack of cigarettes. He took a stick with his lips and fished for a lighter from the same pocket. "Do you mind?" I could only shrug. So he lit it and blew the smoke away from the room and towards the cold air of the night.

"Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself." Bruce's eyes went glassy. He just stood there, frozen. "She burned them?" His voice cracked. "Yeah. Said you weren't coming back, so why bother keeping them." He flashed back to that courtyard—roses everywhere. No wonder they looked familiar. He'd planted those for her. She'd chopped them down, handed them to Julie... then torched the rest. He let go, stumbling back like the wind got knocked out of him. "You okay?" the gardener asked. "Should we replant something?"

"Salvatore! Where are you going?" "Back home!" he snapped, his gaze piercing. He couldn't understand why I hadn't escaped after setting the fire. For a fleeting second, he wondered if I had meant to end my life. The memory of my tear-filled eyes sent a sharp pain through his chest. He refused to believe I had meant to die. After all, I loved him too much to ever leave him behind. The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night.

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

She abandoned me completely, just as decisively as I abandoned her. Every day, I experience the agony of her death. Suffocation. Burning. Despair. This curse is her final gift. A permanent, burning reminder of what I did. I crave death, but death is a mercy I don't deserve. "Marina... I'm sorry... I love you... I really do love you..." I cry into the empty air, but only the cold walls answer me. An arrogant sinner like me doesn't get salvation. Even oblivion is a grace I am now denied.

Upon returning home, my family found that everything had been ripped apart. The once grand and opulent house now lay in darkness, reduced to burned ruins. The police had already taken my body away, but there were still dark blood stains on the ground. Seeing the destruction, Mom turned away, gagging. "The smell... It's awful." She was not wrong. The stench of blood and decay, layered with that strange, acrid smell of the explosion... It was enough to make anyone cover their nose.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 020: Love, Sex, and Death. The Warmth of Sofia's body radiates to Spencer as he cuddled her deeply in a spoon position, he didn't want morning to come just yet, so he holds on tight to her body feeling her skin pressed up against his, this wakes Sofia up, and she immediately feels Spencer's warmth, his chiseled shirtless body against hers, the friction from her silk pajamas and his sleep short arouses him and he kisses her on her neck, she turns around facing him, she can feel the bulge from his sleep shorts.

Damon I went back home immediately, my mind racing with several thoughts and ideas. Mrs Romano told me there indeed had been a book, containing what our actual duties were. It was fascinating that I hadn't heard of it all. Dad hadn't said anything about it in all the years and I knew for sure he knew about it. Then the story of the book getting burned, it was quite convenient if you asked me. The book getting burned and this increase in hunting vampires. Why hadn't we been taught about it in all the years they had been teaching and showing us? I knew there was no way I could ask dad, especially with the warning Mrs Romano had given me.

My silver sparked in answer, thrumming through the bond, urging me to take, to burn, to belong. He kissed like he fought—fierce, relentless, unyielding. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him against me. His grip tightened on my waist, lifting me easily until my back pressed against the wall. “You’re shaking,” he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing down the column of my throat. “Because of you,” I gasped, silver crackling along my skin where his fire touched. “Because every time you touch me, I feel like I’m burning alive.”