Flaming Hot Desire Novels & Stories

Desire flickered in Valerie's gaze tracing the chiseled body of Dominic. His hardness was evident, urgent. Dominic's eyes burned, reflecting need. Valerie's lips parted, inviting. The body of Dominic lay on that of Valerie, skin to skin. Their lips met, fierce and passionate. Hands roamed, reclaiming familiar territory. Wrap Valerie's legs around Dominic's waist.

There was silence was a few seconds until he turned his TV on and we watched movies for an hour We were on our third movie, it was three in the noon as I had a soft blanket on me as we both laid back on the pillows in comfort. I was half sleepy, I wanted to go to my room. But I was so comfortable. I forget to notice Kaden's hand behind my head. Although I knew it was there, I forgot to think about it till now. "You-You have a lot of girlfriends?" I asked and he snapped his head at me. "Why do you say that?" I bite my lip. "Cause, I see you with many girls. And you are popular in college" He chuckled.

she gasped, eyes rolling back as she took more, her walls clenching around him greedily. Ethan’s hands shot to her hips, gripping hard, but instead of pushing her off, his fingers dug in, holding her in place. “Lila… fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, voice breaking. He felt incredible, her heat enveloping him like a vice, slick and hot, squeezing every ridge and vein. It was better than any fantasy; she was real, wet, pulsing around him.

His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nate, stay back!" Her voice was the last clear thing he heard before the fire roared to life. His mind raced through every possible escape, but all he could hear was the relentless crackling of the flames, closing in, wrapping around him like a living, breathing thing. The heat blistered his skin, the air too thick to breathe. He could barely see through the haze, barely think past the panic. She was inside, inside that fire. He had to save her. He tried. He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation.

For a moment, there’s nothing but heat, the thundering of our hearts, the wild, reckless satisfaction of having her again. We collapse together, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, breaths ragged. I kiss her softly this time, my hand brushing her cheek. She smiles at me, small, vulnerable, like she’s letting me see the part of her she does not let other people see. This is the most dangerous thing of all. Because, as wild as tonight was, as much as it felt like pure lust, there’s something beneath it. Something deeper. Something I am not willing to commit to. I do not want to get burned again. Once was enough in my life. However, I do not move away from her. I keep kissing her as I start rubbing h

The heat in my chest intensified, and I found myself loosening my tie, feeling a surge of burning desire. Fck. I’m burning. “D-doc...” Her voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to look at her, my expression clouded with anger. I couldn't fathom how she could be so reckless as to allow herself to get burned by the hot coffee. But my frustration only intensified when I felt the burning sensation within me, a relentless reminder of the desire I couldn't act upon. Damn it.

The heat built, a fiery inferno that turned her blood into a molten liquid that pooled low in her body and consumed her mind with a dark desire she would never escape. It moved through her body, wicked, sinful, a treacherous craving that deepened and spread, until she was consumed with the need to touch him, taste him. To give him everything. Her frustrations were gone, lost in the fire of his hot mouth and hard body. She didn't know if the erotic images which had built her need and sexual frustration had played a part in this her unwanton desires; she didn't care. She had always loved to touch Derek. "Oh Derek..." She moaned, as he left her mouth to tread kisses down her neck.

They clashed and met, then separated to repeat a similar rhythm. Velia squeezed Lucas' broad chest. Lucas' reception drove her wild with desire. She spurred on and shifted slightly to position Lucas' masculinity at her sensitive spot. Desire was fulfilled. It felt intoxicating. Injecting addiction and greed that fueled their passion. As if there was a blazing fire engulfing them. Surrounding and burning them as if they were worthless pieces of wood. Igniting. Sparking. Each flame brought forth a growing blaze. Boiling. Evaporating. Each heat brought forth cascades of sweat.

“I think you are so fucking sexy. At the party I couldn't stop watching you... I didn't want to stop. There is something about you that's so captivating. Watching you walk is pure sex. The confident stride of those legs that mesmerize a man. Give him thoughts of how they would clasp him in their strong embrace. The sensual sway of hips I want to dig my fingers into while I press you close and take your mouth that was created to be claimed, corrupted. I have been with you twice, but it's hardly enough.... I don't know if I'm ever going to to have enough. Corruption. Sin. Desire in flesh. And I want to kneel in front of you and beg you to consign me to your hell. Because I want to burn in you.

"Imagine the way I'd crave you even more after, how every touch, every glance from all three of you would become a command that I'd be desperate to obey, how intense it could be when I come back to you, my body already on fire, aching for you to extinguish the flames they've started." She let her fingers trail slowly down his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles as she spoke. "And you wouldn't just be sharing me," she continues, her voice dripping with raw desire. "You'd be indulging in every fantasy, every dark desire that you've ever thought about. You'd see the way I melt under their hands, hear the sounds I make, feel the way I crave you even more because of it. Isn't that something