Burning Passion Novel Novels & Stories

I needed release so bad, and this was one of those times where it was going to fly effortlessly up to greet me, or so I thought. A pair of ice-blue eyes fluttered open, and if his fingers hadn’t already done the job, those beasts set me aflame. How could someone feel like they were drowning and on fire at the same time? The things this man did to my body, effortlessly, and with nothing more than his eyes. He made me euphoric in one moment, and furious in the next.

But today, he was willing to go through the trouble of preparing an entire dining table's worth of food in just a few short hours. This was the man I'd been lavishing all my love on all along. Though he was willing to work hard for others, he couldn't even deign to treat me pleasantly. Perhaps the lack of a response made the middle-aged woman raise her voice as she called out, "What's going on with you, Harrison? Why aren't you responding when I'm talking to you?" She turned around in dissatisfaction, only to freeze up when she met my icy gaze. I marched up to the table and snatched the car keys out of Anna's hand.

Isabella's POV The kiss grew intense, hungry and consuming. Damien peeled the red gown I was wearing off my body leaving me in my bra and panties. His hand searched my body and unhooked my bra, and my breasts splashed all over his face. “You are so hard for me, Isa…” Damien's eyes flickered with excitement. My cheek burned with embarrassment knowing he was saying nothing but the truth. He lifted my chin towards him with his finger and kissed the nape of my neck.

He moved until I was caged in the armchair, his arms resting on the leather on either side of my head, his scent filling my senses. There was barely any space between us, just the thin veil of my dress and the buzzing tension in the air. My heart was hammering so fast I thought it might burst through my chest. "Let me in, Sophia," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes held mine captive. "I find you far too interesting to watch from the sidelines. Tell me what you want, what you truly want to get back from him and I promise you, I will help you burn him to the ground."

His strong hands quickly steadied me, preventing me from falling. Our bodies were intertwined, and I could feel his arousal pressed against me. I was consumed by heat, yearning for him. Only he could quench the burning desire that overwhelmed me in that moment. He looked into my eyes, then at my lips, desire emanating from his gaze. And then he kissed me. Like hungry animals, we devoured each other's lips, lost in a whirlwind of passion. Suddenly, he pulled away, a smile playing on his lips.

He leans down and presses our lips together. I hum into the kiss and suddenly feel like melting under his touch. And a fire ignites in my body when he leaves my lips and presses a lingering kiss on my neck. A shiver runs down my spine. “I want that,”

Anthony’s unanticipated appearance is going to be a complication. “I’ll see what I can do.” I tucked my phone into my pocket and turned my attention to Ollie who was skipping towards me with a cheeky smile and an empty bowl. “All done?” I asked as I arranged his lunch and some snacks into his dinosaur themed lunch bag. He bobbed then went ahead to place the bowl into the sink. “Let’s get you to school, shall we?” _____ As expected, the Livingston mansion was on fire. I could feel the thick tension pressing against the walls of the mansion, as I walked through the halls on my way to the sitting room.

"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.

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

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.