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“Good. Because I’m not done with you tonight.” My phone buzzed one last time. Brady: “Thinking about you. Sweet dreams.” Alexander saw it and pulled me closer, possessive. “Block him if you want. But we both know you won’t. The jealousy keeps you wet for me.” I kissed him deep, already feeling heat build again. The secret survived tonight. But with Brady still texting, Sophia still pushing, and our parents suspicious… how long until the next fire?

I roll over on top of her, pulling her leg over my shoulder and sliding inside her. Fire begins flickering around her mouth as I take control of her mouth, her body, and her mind, flooding her with my love, pushing it into her as hard and fast as I thrust into her. I swallow her moans, and whimpers and cries, and when she comes, exploding around me, the bed lights on fire. “That’s right, my dragon, burn in the fire of our love,” I growl, not stopping until much, much later, long after we left the bed in ashes.

Every line of his body pressed to hers, a brand she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. The kiss deepened, raw and punishing, until she tore back just enough to gasp, “This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” His lips curved in a dangerous smile. “I don’t want forgiveness. I want you.” And when his mouth found hers again, Grace surrendered not to his control, not to his empire, but to the fire they’d both tried so hard to resist. For better or worse, they were bound now. Not by safety. Not by trust. But by fire.

Smoke billowed out like a living thing, thick and choking, but he pushed forward, flashlight beam slicing through the haze. Inside, the heat hit him like a wall, sweat already beading under his helmet despite the subzero chill outside. He heard her before he saw her, coughing hard, voice raw over the roar of the fire. Christine. Of all people, it had to be her. The journalist who had made his life hell for years, her articles painting firefighters like him as reckless heroes at best, incompetent at worst. Their encounters always ended in shouting matches, her sharp tongue clashing with his blunt anger, but underneath it simmered something else, a pull neither admitted.

The old castle stood high on the rocky hill where the forest met the mountains. Its stone walls were cracked and covered with thick vines. No one had lived there for hundreds of years. People in the nearby village whispered that the place held something dangerous. Something that burned hotter than any flame. Elias had heard all the stories but he still came anyway. At twenty six years old he felt stuck in his small quiet life. He worked in the village bakery during the day and spent his nights reading old books about forgotten magic. One book spoke of a fire demon who once ruled these lands. The words pulled at him until he could not stay away.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard

That night, after they fueled and packed their small Accord, they curled up in front of the fire, wrapped in a thin blanket, each holding a glass of wine. The sap in the wood popped and sizzled, the dancing flames hypnotizing the two of them. Faith leaned back against Selby's chest, losing herself in the fire and the beating of his heart. She could easily drift off to sleep sitting in his arms. Peacefulness washed over her, taking her breath away even seven plus years later. He had been the one to anchor her heart, her soul.

A real romantic. Ding! This one was from some guy named Dylan. Before she read the chat she looked at his profile. Well hellooooo there, Mr. Firefighter. A thin line of drool formed at the corner of her mouth, an instant response to the picture before her. It was a professional picture, the guy wearing no shirt, a fireman’s hat perched at a jaunty tilt. Like a stripper’s picture in a firefighter’s role. Oh, God. I can’t date a stripper, she thought. He’d have nicer g-strings than mine.