Burning Passion Novel Novels & Stories

Wanting to hold this moment forever. She lifted her head and stared into eyes that smoldered with black flames of passion, so intense she trembled as the carnal fire licked through her veins. She burned deep inside, forever branded by his passion, her skin so sensitized that the slight abrasion of his fingers stroking her quivering body was sweet torture. They had made love every way imaginable, but never with this explosive passion. Never this intense and consuming. Never so powerful that she actually thought if she died now, she would die blissfully happy.

"But what really happened here? Why is a book burnt?. I wrote quickly, my hand still trembling. I don't know. I touched one book and it started to burn. I dropped it. It was a weak lie, but it was all I had in that moment of panic. Suddenly, Noah's eyes caught something. He grabbed my hand roughly, turning it over. "You're burned." He was right. My hand was red and blistered from where I had held the burning book. I had been so terrified by what I'd read and by the fire that I hadn't even felt the pain.

My whole body was on fire now. I should be running away. I should burn with rage against him I thought. But the fire in me burned within me was not fuel by rage, but by passion. I held on to the headboard above my head, and met his eyes. I knew he saw the fire in me, I saw it in him too.

The taste of his mouth was like fire, igniting a flame deep within me that burned with an intense passion. With a fierce determination, I began to strip away our clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Athen's hands were everywhere, running across my body, pulling me closer to him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The hut was filled with an electric charge that seemed to pulse through the air with every breath we took. Our bodies moved with a desperation born of a passion that had been kept at bay for far too long. Each time our skin touched, it was as if sparks flew between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

“I don’t want you to lose your job. They stared at each other with mutual understanding. And suddenly, they were painfully aware that they were alone in the house. She got excited and could almost feel her wetness slide down her thigh as her chest heaved up and down. Without warning, Elio moved towards her, lust and darkness in his eyes.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Last chance, Darlin’, are you sure? He asked as he rolled a condom on. She nodded, and he pushed himself into her, hesitating when she gasped loudly. Going slowly, he gradually pushed himself all the way into her, seeing the tears form in her eyes. “Oh…My…God…” Her lips brushed against his neck with every word. He took her lips in a sweet yet fiery kiss and he slowly continued, continuing slowly until her moans turned into pleasure instead of pain. She was so tightly wrapped around him he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last. He wanted to last all night, but it wasn’t that long before he was exploding in his own land of ecstasy.

It was as if his conscience was dead and covered with burning desire and passion. Until I feel tired and weak to be able to move again let alone open my eyes. My body felt like it was boneless. I feel no pleasure because I know and am aware that this action is wrong, very wrong! To make me now like a lowly woman like a whore, for having this first night and hot tussle with a married man. A wife who is far more than everything from me who is nothing. In an instant all the dreams of my life were crushed because of a mistake one night by the unstoppable passion of a man whom i silently admire. Daniel Noel, my own boss.

Recently, she was getting used to appreciating her marriage ring, adding to her extremely exotic appearance. Without hesitation, Anderson unwrapped the envelope and peeked in. Wow! It was a little erotic novel, his eyes immediately caught by a well-designed cover of a half–naked, slutty–looking girl. With that, he smiled, raised her fingers into his lips and kissed them gently. “You don't have to thank me before reading what's inside!” she leaned into his ear, and chuckled. Thenceforth, he nodded and opened it. Before moving to another page, a black, net–like pants slipped from the novel and landed on his thighs.

Time stretched, every second drawn out with deliberate, tantalizing patience, until Sienna understood that surrendering—even just a little—was the only way to survive the fire that was Damien Westwood. And as they clung to each other in the shadows, the night ahead promised passion, discovery, and the slow, inevitable burn of something neither of them could resist.