Fire Of Passion Novels & Stories

My head nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent, needing to feel the intimacy between our bodies and for her to calm down. My lips came to her ear and my hot breath swept across her skin, making her back arch then her body relax into my chest. A smile crept on my face, loving the way she reacted to my touch. I never felt so connected to anyone before. "Fire comes from letting your passions run free. Anger can fuel fire magic, but when it is used to create it, the flames will burn uncontrollably or just die out as quickly as they came." My hand that laid on her stomach began teasing her as my thumb drew small circles. "Let go of the anger and feel the passion inside you. The passion to save you

The taste of his mouth was like fire, igniting a flame deep within me that burned with an intense passion. With a fierce determination, I began to strip away our clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Athen's hands were everywhere, running across my body, pulling me closer to him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The hut was filled with an electric charge that seemed to pulse through the air with every breath we took. Our bodies moved with a desperation born of a passion that had been kept at bay for far too long. Each time our skin touched, it was as if sparks flew between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

What had ignited this fiery passion within him? His lips met mine in a hungered collision, igniting a blaze that burned hotter than the sun. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and aching, hismouth moved against mine with a fervour that left me breathless, our tongues intertwining in a dance of raw passion and unspoken promises. Every touch, every caress, was imbued with an urgency that spoke volumes of the desire that consumed us both.

His whispered promptings fueled the fire that already burned within me, tempting me to push the boundaries of our passion. I swept Taya up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I strode towards the couch, the nearest haven for our all-consuming passion. The air was electric with tension, our mutual desire a palpable force that drove me to claim her. I knew she wanted me just as fiercely, her soft moans and eager kisses fueling the fire that raged within me.

his next target. The fire grew from the depths of my body, empowered from the anger that coursed through my veins, “He chose to play illegally!” I exclaimed, as the temperature in the room rose. “Ma’am..?” Cameron frowned, loosening his tie as the heat rose. Sweat started to cover his forehead, glistening against the low dimmed lights, but I felt nothing, only the caressing of the invisible flames that consumed my body, causing me no harm. The sounds of a wildfire cracked within me as Jackson’s face came to mind, “To think.. that he would stoop so low..” I gritted my teeth, glaring at the ground underneath my feet. A powerful burning sensation fueled my body, letting the flames rise higher .

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

Danielle slowly closed her eyes as she felt his breath. Anthony claimed her lips gently. Her mouth savoured his too. As their sweet kisses prolonged, Anthony broke their kiss to breath some air. Danielle was also gasping but she wanted more. Impatiently, like a wild cat, Danielle caught his lips, pressing herself closer to her. As their skin rubbed each other, an electrifying feeling flickered and their burning sensation were blazing like fire. Anthony laid his body over hers while deepening their kiss. His hands travelled from her breast that made Danielle moan. She bit her lower lips when she felt Anthony tasting the sweetness of her neck while constantly caressing her breast. His kisses w

Sometimes I resent my flame fro the choice it made me make but I wouldn't be who I am without it. I pause my thoughts before they can take me to a painful place, a place of regret. I don't regret what I've accomplished but I regret what it cost. I've never felt anything like what I felt with Jason and I don't think I ever will. Whenever I was with him I felt like I was on fire with passion. I was high on him like a drug and I'm still going through the withdrawal phase.

The red string suddenly tightens around our hands, I wince internally wondering why the string is getting tighter but I am far from feeling pain as the string catches fire. My eyes widen as I struggle to remove my hand but Atlas's hands remain on mine not fazed by the fire currently burning our wrist. 'Relax, I am right here Wildcat,' his voice comes into my head as the fire continues to burn. Relax? How could I possibly relax when our hands were slowly burning? I try to keep my face emotionless but internally I am dying in pain as Ophelia continues, "May the element of Fire fuel their hearts and souls with a flame that burns strong."

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.