Feelin The Burn El Koslo 소설 & 이야기

Ohh, god… “Last chance,” he warns, his chest heaving. “You want it. Quit lying,” I sob, my hips lifting off the mattress, begging for the impact. And he does. He pushes forward. Slow at first—just the thick head stretching me to my absolute limit. Ohhhhhhhhhh…. Fuckkkkkkkkk! A sharp, searing burn blooms inside me, so intense it feels like… Fuck. I can’t explain the feeling!

Kael says sharply But it is already happening The world around me shifts Not physically But inside The pressure rises fast My vision blurs slightly And before I can stop it Before I can fight it Something breaks open Not in the ground In me The memory hits Hard Violent Unstoppable Fire surrounds everything Screams tear through the air The smell of smoke burns my lungs I am there again Small Helpless Frozen And this time I am not alone in it Kael is there with me Not physically But inside it Seeing it Feeling it Everything My chest tightens painfully “No,” I whisper But it is too late The memory keeps pulling Deeper Stronger Dragging us both into something I have spent my entire life trying t

135 Eloise’s POV: Hot. That’s the first thing I thought of. Everything is hot it burns. It’s like I’m lying directly above a pit of fire, my entire body tied in ropes as I am being spun around. The heat of the fire slowly spreading all over my body, and it hurts. It hurts so bad I can’t breathe properly. I can’t move. Ugh. The last thing I remember was… Kaden. Shower. That’s right…

“I love this. What's the name?” “I haven't thought of it yet.” He blushed as he made another glass for me. “Since it burns a little when it slides down the oesophagus and warms your stomach, let's call it the sweet burn sensation?” “Doesn't that make it sound like a pain medication?” I teased as I took the second cup from him. “What about Inferno's kiss?” “Inferno's kiss? I love the name.” He grinned. “We can use it then. Inferno's kiss. I love it.”

I remembered the first time clearly, a charity gala years ago, back when I was still new to J and F, still learning how to move through rooms like this without feeling like an imposter in someone else's expensive life. Selena had approached me at the bar, unprompted, and looked me over with an expression I hadn't been able to place at the time. Not hostility exactly. Something more calculating, more assessing, like she was trying to figure out where I fit into a puzzle only she could see the full shape of. "You're the one everyone whispers about," she'd said, swirling her drink. "The girl who came back." "I suppose I am," I'd answered carefully.

Kissing Kairos felt like licking fire. Everything about the way that his lips pressed into mine was like a match being lit up. The way he wrapped his hands around my wrists, the way his hips were pressing into mine. It all lit me up. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that I burst into flames. Yet it shocked me, and the man holding me. He jerked back as if I’d scorched him and stared at me as the flames licked my chin. Just as fast as they came on, they were out. Kairos’s eyes searching mine frantically. I could tell he was trying to figure out if the fire that burst out of my skin was defensive or excitement.

The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night. By the time Salvatore reached home, the outer walls of the third floor were charred black, and thick smoke churned from a narrow window. He moved before he could think, charging straight toward the flames. However, two of his men grabbed him. "Don Russo, you can't go in there! The fire's not out yet!" But he shoved them aside, his eyes wild with fury. "Useless bastards! If you won't save Arianna, then I will!"

1 week later; The club was colder than it looked from the outside. Matteo shivered as he stepped into the back entrance, holding a mop bucket in one hand and a folded cleaning uniform in the other. It was still early—too early for music or crowds—but the place already smelled like stale smoke and spilled liquor. Lights flickered above, dull gold bouncing off polished floors that didn’t feel quite clean. This place was money. It reeked of it. And danger too.

They drag themselves through the wound in the sky, and every time they grip the edge of the world, the ground quakes and screams. One by one, they reach down. For us. For me. Kael doesn’t flinch. He stands there, bare feet sinking into the ash, his hair a black banner snapping in the wind, his eyes two burning blanks. The fire that clings to him pulses harder, spilling from his spine in jagged wings that twitch like broken glass. The bond hums like a wire about to snap. “Elara.” His voice is low. Not a whisper, not a growl. Something deeper, like stone grinding against stone.

"It doesn't matter what I say. They'll believe me anyway. You'll just stay down here, in this lightless basement, and slowly wait for death." The basement door slammed shut. Darkness swallowed me whole once again. The familiar terror crept through my body. No matter how I screamed, there was no response. No one knew I was here. So all I could do was let Eleanor have her way—and wait for death in this darkness. Meanwhile, Jonathan arrived at the Sterling family's old estate with the others. For some reason, his chest suddenly tightened, as if he sensed something was wrong. "Chloe is still injured," he said. "I'm worried about leaving her alone at home. Is there anyone to take care of her?"