Kiss Me We're On Fire Babe Novels & Stories

"You're my boss. Protecting you is my job." "Ha!" His eyes lit up instantly as he lunged at me. I instinctively pushed him away, and he slammed into the wall. Grimacing in pain, he smiled even brighter. "It's the first time I've seen a woman like you. You've got fire." Simon pulled out a cigar and held it between his teeth. "Marry me." We fell in love in the time it took one cigar to burn down. Later, we learned we were meant to be each other's arranged match.

She huffed, staring at me. Not wasting any more time, I grabbed her by the nape of her neck and kissed her. I squeezed it lightly, continued trailing kisses on it, inhaling her strawberry scent. I whispered, biting her earlobe. She moaned. My Wildfire is on heat. “Tell me I can have you tonight, baby.” I touched her front, and she was soaked. “Tell. Me. Wildfire.” “Yes!”

I moan louder this time, and he responds by sliding his tongue to the corner of my lips, accentuating the burn flowing through my veins. He kisses me again, more slowly, more deeply, and I feel him consume me, possess me, but in a way that only makes me want to belong to him entirely. My moans mingle with his, short, trembling, then long, almost muffled, each vibration raising the tension until the evidence: we are suspended in a fire that will not be extinguished. My body tenses, my hands cling to him, and I let myself go completely, absolutely. As if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only us two, our breaths, our shivers and this unbearable warmth flowing between us.

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

Soon a group of eight people were sitting around a table, taking there respective drinks in the most posh night club of the city. “All right. Time to play truth and dare.” Samaria finished her beer, rotating the bottle. The bottle instantly halted facing Lara who was already 5 drinks down and had now gulped a vodka shot. “Wohooo! It is me! I will do a dare.” Lara stood on her feet, adjusting her tiny silver dress, which was completely backless. The girl wore long matching heels and just the perfect makeup, making her look extremely sexy. “Kiss the man who enters the bar.” Neil rubbed his hands in excitement and Lara gasped in shock.

The fire that burned between us had finally found its spark. "I love you," Mia whispered against my lips, her eyes half-closed, lost in the moment. "And I will love you now," I replied, my voice rough with desire. The kisses changed pace, growing more urgent, deeper. Our hands explored every inch of each other’s skin as the desire we had kept restrained for so long finally broke free. The heat grew, our bodies pressed together, and soon the sound of our moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of wine spilling from forgotten glasses on the floor.

Baby, I'm a house on fire And I want to keep burning Boy, I'm going up in flames And you're to blame Yeah, you're to blame Baby, I'm a house on fire And I want to keep burning I wanna keep burning I wanna keep burning I wanna keep burning Baby, I'm a house on fire I wanna keep burning I wanna keep burning I wanna keep burning Baby, I'm a house on fire I danced in the kitchen like an incompetent freak with a wine glass in my hand. Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, till the walls give in, yeah Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, I don't wanna say, babe Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen

*I don't say a word* *But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know* *There you go, saving me from out of the cold* *Fire on fire would normally kill us* *But this much desire, together, we're winners* *They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners* *But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms* *'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me* *And look in my eyes* *You are perfection, my only direction* *It's fire on fire, mmm* *It's fire on fire* "Kind of," Rose said. At that moment, she took her phone and started scrolling through it. While I didn't understand what they were doing, when my voice suddenly rose from Rose's phone, I cut off the song and turned

I pulled back just slightly, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “Beg me.” She shivered at my words, her chest rising and falling as she looked into my eyes. “Please,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Please what?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it. “Please... fuck me,” she finally mumbled, her hands trailing over my chest, her gaze locked with mine. Without hesitation, we shifted positions, now taking over as she climbed onto my lap. Now straddling me, Scarlett radiated power and sensuality. My hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as our lips met again in a heated kiss.

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.