روايات وقصص ضمن Fire In His Fingertips Manga

Yumuko siya and put his chin our my shoulder blade, dahil nairita ako sa harang na suot niya ay agad kong inalis ang kamay ko at sumandal sa kinauupuan ko. Kita ko ang pagigting ng panga niya at pamumula ng mukha. Halatang hindi nagustuhan 'yong pagalis ng kamay ko. "What?" Patay malisya kong sambit and I arched my brows. Gusto kong matawa sa itsura niya pero pinipigilan ko. "Pen," he murmured "What?" tanong ko. Bumuntong hininga siya at napasabunot sa buhok, halatang nabitin! Buti nga sa 'yo!

“Don't say my name like you are innocent. We both know you were the one who started this fire.” Naramdaman ko ang marahas na pagbaba ng kamay niya mula sa bewang ko patungo sa hita ko. The silk of my gown offered no protection against the searing heat of his palm. He squeezed my thigh, forcing me to shift closer, hanggang sa wala na kahit isang pulgadang espasyo sa pagitan namin. Shit. This was getting out of hand. I was supposed to be the one in control!

kunot noo niyang sabi. Tumango-tango ako. Pinipigilang ang sariling ngumiti sa inaasta niya sa akin ngayon. I can't believe this! The ruthless itimidating young Don in el fuego is acting this cute. "Baby.." "What? Narinig ko nga ang sinabi mo," tudyo ko pa at tinalikuran siya. Nakita kong nalaglag ang panga niya. So cute, Zackeriel. Sinundan niya ako sa sala.

Warning⚠️This content are Rated Spg🔞If you can't take reading this part then skip to the next chapter Thank you! Sossy POV Oh god! what's happening to me ohhh I feel fire burning my whole body. Hmmm Pagtingin ko sa bandang ibaba ng kama ko I saw him, i saw him doing his job to pleasure me and he's succeeded for what he's doing. Im pleasured by his hand and his mouth.

Pilyang ngiti niya. "My pleasure, love. Do you want to join me in the shower?" I responded and bit my lower lip. Bumaba bahagya ang kamay ko at pinisil ang pwet niya. "Hmm, kakain muna ako ng manga. Iba kasi ang lasa mo. Hindi ka naman kasi manga eh," reklamo niya agad at sabay kaming natawa dalawa.

Mukhang kumbinsido na ang matalik kong kaibigan, at napatingin kaming lahat kay Blair. "Oh, turn ko na ba?" She asked like she's not listening to our oral recitation and demonstrations here. Nasaan ba ang focus ng isang ito? "Uh, you see, witch din ako. So, I can basically do what my cousin can except the water control since I have the power of the element fire. I can control it and as well as release fire from my energy, but it weakens me kapag lagi ko itong gamit." Nabanggit niya, at nagliyab ang apoy sa kanyang kanang palad, pagkatapos ay pinalutang niya ito at gumawa ng mga hugis.

Wala na siyang ibang magawa kundi ang sumigaw. Was it a finger? Two fingers? Putangina. Her body is literally on fire. She can't describe it any way else. Her body is on fire and Kieth Montelvaro is her arsonist—desire and pleasure has always been a dangerous combination. Her legs were shaking and she was so close. Tears of pleasure is already coming down from her eyes. Hindi niya alam ang gagawin kapag hindi siya pinatapos ng binata— "Come for me."

When he hovered over me, his muscular, chiseled body completely blocked the light from the fireplace, framing me inside his intense heat. “You talk too much when you’re nervous, Mrs. Del Fierro,” he murmured smoothly, his long, warm fingers casually trailing a line of liquid fire from my collarbone down to my inner thigh. The heavy, proprietary weight of his grip made my pulse race like crazy underneath his touch.

He reached out, his gloved hand tilting my chin upward. I wanted to bite his fingers off. I wanted to scream every curse word I had learned in the Iron Roots. But I stayed still. I let him see the “fire.” “Ang apoy ang tanging bagay na libre sa mundong ito, Sir,” I replied, my Tagalog sharp and cold. Julian smirked, a dark, twisted expression that promised both salvation and ruin. “Fire is dangerous if you don’t know how to control it. But in the right house… it can be a masterpiece.”

“His flames are too strong!” Mirai, still slumped in the corner, watched us, her eyes filled with worry. I knew she wanted to help, but her body was too frail from the heat and thirst. “Mr. Karma… Tiera… Iron Fang…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. In our desperation, I felt the weight of our plight. Tiera was out of the fight, Iron Fang couldn’t breach the flames, and I was fading. My body was riddled with burns, my shield nearly destroyed. Ember Wrath stood like a god of fire, unshaken, undefeated.