Cheeks Feel Hot Novels & Stories

Wet tears start to form in the corners of my eyes because the heat is too much. His mouth answers with another rough, punishing kiss, his heavy hips rocking hard against my frame while our teeth clash together. I can feel the full, thick length of his steel pressing right against my lower stomach. It is so close to the exact spot my core needs it to be, but it stays an inch too far away, even when I lift my body up on the tips of my toes.

“With that sweet mouth, I can’t help but wonder how many women you’ve charmed senseless.” “No idea,” he shrugged, unfazed. His fingers moved toward the neckline of my dress, tracing slowly, feather-light. Heat coiled within me almost instantly. I could feel that familiar moistness trap between my center and the fabric of my panties. Fuck. How does he do this to me so easily?

As the event progressed, Aria started to feel uncomfortable and hot. She drank only half the champagne from the glass that was served to her. She placed the glass on the table in front of her, while trying to catch her breath. She could feel how hot her skin was turning. Only Asher's hand behind her back started to feel good. As she moved closer to him, he frowned. Her body felt hot to the touch. "You alright? Why is your body hot? You got a fever?" he inquired and touched her forehead. Her back which was warm earlier now felt hot, just like her forehead.

I want to say that my whole body is hurt but stop myself to do it, “I feel a bit hot, but I don't have a headache so it's not a fever.” “Of course it's not, Cora. It's one of the symptoms of heat cycle, having a hot temperature and emitting a large amount of pheromones. Do you have a suppressant patches?” He asked and looking worriedly in surrounding. “I don't know what is suppressant patches, Remi.” I bit my lower lips, I feel like an idiot.

he asks suddenly, and there’s a mischievous note in his voice that makes my cheeks burn even hotter. “It’s not red.” “It’s very red.” He moves closer, studying my cheeks with mock concern. “Are you feeling ill? Feverish, perhaps?” “I’m fine,” I mumble, but I know I’m bright scarlet now. “Hmm.” He reaches out and presses the back of his hand to my forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender. “You do feel warm.” His touch sends another wave of heat through me, and I have to resist the urge to lean into it. “I’m just—It’s warm out.”

“But you’re so hot! “ His hand continued to feel my cheek tremble and back to my forehead while he spoke, “Your eyes look heavy, almost glassy. Your cheeks are warm and red, and your skin is clammy! “ The heat rose with each word he spoke, the only difference being that it was now burning with embarrassment. I felt busted and outed; oh god, I'm going to get you back for this, Drifta! “I’m fine! No fever, I feel fine!” Still, I could not force myself to meet his stare, but as his hands kept brushing over my shin, checking my temperature, the flustering heat only increased, and I began feeling desperate to get him away from me. I'm desperate to bury my head in the pillow and die a little bit!

After what felt like an eternity, he simply said, “Okay.” He stepped closer, just enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from him. “What happened to your cheeks?” “What?” I touched my face, only to feel the heat blooming across my skin. Why were my cheeks burning? They usually did that only when I lied or when I did something incredibly foolish. I quickly replayed the last few minutes in my mind. Had I done something ridiculous in my sleep? Or said something? “I don’t know,” I answered quickly. “Maybe the cold wind.”

But he leads my face back to him and gently touches my cheek, "Don't look away, I like seeing the whole you, your eyes, your nose, and your lips." I gulp because of this intense sensation I am feeling right now. Is it because of the warm temperature coming out of the tub, why do I feel so hot? It seems my cheeks are red. Is it from the wine? Am I drunk now? He traces my face with his fingers, his thumb ends up playing my lower lip. The way he holds me, I want more of him. But how? How can I ask him to do it?

I cannot face them. A strange warmth starts spreading through my body. At first I thought it was from running, but it grew hotter. It moves from my chest down to my stomach, then lower. My skin feels tight. Sensitive. I press my hands to my cheeks. They burn. What is happening? This is not normal.

I tried to wake him up, but there is no response coming from him, only a wincing face can be seen on his face. Now my chest was slightly beating faster as I feel anxious about what is happening. Is he alright? What is happening with him? I can touch bases for head thinking that what I have felt is something that is just part of my illusion, but then. This is what I have expected. He was hot. Not in the manner that he would look at tractive to me, but he was hot, literally hot. He is burning hot in fever.