Novel & Cerita Fire In His Fingertips Books

He blocked with his forearm, solid as stone, and pushed me back effortlessly, rage surged hotter. I thought of Damien’s hand gripping my arm, of the way he had laughed and the way Nick had looked pale and weak in that bed. The fire answered, a spark shot from my fingertips. The healer’s eyes sharpened instantly. “There,” he said. The spark flickered out. I growled in frustration and lunged again, shouting as I swung wildly. “Why won’t you just stay on fire?” He ducked under my arm smoothly, stepping behind me and lightly tapping my shoulder.

The fire curls like serpents across the boundary, tasting the air around my skin. And then— It hesitates. A collective murmur ripples through the council. The flames… recognize me. They tilt, almost like a bow, then surge upward in a vortex that wraps around my body but doesn’t burn. Instead, the fire feels like fingers brushing my skin—curious, familiar. I lift my hand slowly, trembling. The flames follow. Dark violet light gathers around my fingers, shadow laced into the fire itself. My breath catches. The fire isn’t exposing my truth.

God knew I needed it so bad, just anything to rub against me. My eyes opened just in time to see McKenzie wetting her two fingers. The sight was so erotic that my walls clenched around nothing in anticipation. Her mouth moved away from my nipple and up to my mouth as her hand trailed down until it stopped at the hem of my panties. I opened my legs some more even though they were already wide enough. I felt no shame showing McKenzie how much I needed her fingers inside of me. With a single swipe of my panties to the side ,I felt those long fingers aiming straight to my entrance and without any hesitation McKenzie shoved them right in.

he says with a smile. "Yes," I respond. For some reason, the fairies have been inserting pieces of Braxius's memories into his future generations. Fucking fairies! Brixtius pulls me into his body and kisses me deeply. The kiss is like an eternity, and it is like a second. But either way, the pyroclastic cloud hits us, and there is nothing after that. The End.... For Now.

Until the bedroom of Cal Steele was engulfed in flames, shining with fire in every corner and every inch. Giro, who could barely summon an ember yet can still remain unharmed around the brutality of the flames, gave Cal a middle finger. But Ansel…he did not so much as flinch as he wrapped his body around Sasha. As if he himself was made of fire and embers, smoke and flames. He is The Firestarter. And today, he just proved to the so-called Alpha Cal that he is more than that—that he is the King of Fire, whose very blood burns with ravishing flames.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

" He got a bit emotional as he said that. Owen started coughing and spluttering. I was going to say something to calm him down, but someone suddenly snatched my phone away. Alex took my phone and pressed the speaker button. Then, he went ahead and spouted a bunch of things. "Dad, have you been bewitched by this foxy woman? Why are you still defending her when she's decided to quit her job here? "I'll be frank. I already fired her! Our company doesn't need an employee like her, who makes use of the support and resources you offered her to rise up the ranks, yet refuses to abide by our company's rules!"

I whimpered just as then he shoved his fingers straight into my slick core, and I spasmed around him, it felt just like home. He pulled back just slightly retracting his fingers that I suddenly missed, amber and gray eyes boring into mine, before shoving his fingers into his mouth to taste me. “So good. This is only the beginning, dove. You are fire and sin and chaos, and I will chase every piece of you until there is nothing left to fight. And still, you will come to me. Always.”

It looked like it had been burnt, like someone had painted thick ash on the wall. My mind flashed back to the illustration in the book in section 16B of the library. That was me. Fire just shot out of my arm. Leo laughed to soften the mood. “Well, I know who I am never sparring with. Am I right?” Ronan slapped the back of his head. “Not the time.” “What?” Leo protested, rubbing the back of his head. “Our sister can shoot fire out of her fingertips. Are we going to disown her or something?”

Holding my breath, I waited until he was between my legs. Then his mouth met mine and our lips closed on each other as his fingers went down and cupped my sex. He plunged two fingers inside me without a warning. I bucked, pushing my hips up to deepen his touch. Everything—his touch, his smell, his passion—was overwhelming, and it was all for me. Every muscle in my stomach contracted in time with his fingers as they slid in and out of me. His mouth switched to my breasts and then lifted so that he was kissing my lips again, harder than before. His mouth slipped below my left ear and started nibbling and sucking.