Fire Of Passion Novels & Stories

he read aloud as he traced the stamp with his index finger. I sat there helpless as he took the book back and checked it out with the librarian. I just sat there. Then, the second stanza started coming back to me, “It's the fire that fuels your soul, Your passion, your heart, your goal. Let it shine bright, let it shine far, And light the way, near and far.” I knew not what fuelled his jealousy and unnecessary hate, but I focused on it that day and it was the fuel for what I did that day.

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.

“The fire… it’s inside me… and I… I feel it… stronger than ever…” Kaelion’s lips brushed along her shoulder, tracing a slow, deliberate path down her collarbone. “Good,” he murmured. “Then surrender fully. Let the fire flow. Let our heir stir with it. Let every coil of desire, every wave of passion, every pulse of life ignite fully within you.”

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

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!"

“What?” “We’re standing within five meters right now, Kitty. Why would anything burn?” He twisted his face into a grimace, leaning closer. “Unless you’re talking about the fire of passion?” I stared at him, my mind blank, not grasping what he was getting at. Passion? What the hell was he talking about? Before I could respond, he stepped even closer, his voice dropping low and taunting. “Is that what you mean? That our bodies would be on fire because we’d be fucking?”

she challenged him, her voice laced with lust. Dylan tongue trailed her ears down to her neck and she let out a moan. “You're gonna regret this decision you made, kitten. You're playing with fire and it's gonna consume you. "I'd burn just to see the flames," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, daring him to ignite the spark. Dylan growled as he slammed his lips against hers, their tongues tangled as they exchanged salivas, their passion igniting like a wildfire. “You've tested the devil himself, and you'll burn for it.” He spoke as he unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. Taking down her panties, he sniffed it and whispered, “You smell so good, kitten.”

He was a masterful kisser, his skill and passion igniting a fire within me that I had never known existed. He trailed kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was electric, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He moved lower, his mouth finding my breasts, his lips and tongue teasing and tormenting my sensitive skin. I gasped, my hands burying themselves in his hair, my body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. "Oh!? Caldwill!” He continued his exploration, his kisses leaving a trail of fire across my body, his touch igniting a wildfire of sensation within me. I lost all sense of time and place, surrendering completely to the overwhelming power of