Novel & Cerita Kissed By Fire

I can see the lust and desire in his eyes. "I want you..." I whispered huskily. His red lips parted. I can see how the fire ignited in his eyes the moment he hear my words and without further ado he grabbed my nape and kissed me hungrily. I immediately kiss him back and gave my all. Farris can really make me ignited in his kisses. It was like a poison that once it entered my body I would die. When he's kissing me like this I always went crazy for him. So crazy.

“You are so beautiful.” I looked up, my guilt melted by the heat in his eyes. Want made his gaze burn and set my soul aflame. He kissed me again, this time slower and with more purpose. His tongue infused raw desire straight into my mouth. He reached for my shirt, lifting it easily up over my head. I moaned his name against his kiss as the shirt cleared. “I thought we were fishing...” I murmured as his hands caressed the fabric of my swim top, my nipples hardening and responding to his touch.

“All of you.” Their lips met, a slow, searing kiss, deeper than before, a surrender to their fire. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, his fingers tangling in her hair, their bodies pressed against the couch. The kiss grew urgent, their passion breaking through—her tank top lifted, his shirt discarded, their touches hungry, a line crossed. They stumbled to a cot in the corner, their clothes falling, their intimacy a blaze of need and trust, their fears laid bare in whispered gasps.

She paid attention to make sure that what she actually heard was a knock and not the swirling of the wind. “Who is there? Come in, the door is not locked”, she shouted as she continued her movies. “hey Ekaris, how are you”, she said with expressive smiles on her face as she stood up and gave him a welcome and warm hug. The way she hugged him was so warming that Ekaris could feel the softness of her mammary glands. She was just on light top and short, mere looking at her body, you would see the shape of the two towns divided by a tiny flowing water.

“And I don’t play with fire unless I want to get burned.” His eyes dropped to her lips. Just once. Just a flicker. And it was enough to make her stomach twist. She hated how close he was. Hated the way her body leaned in when her mind screamed to pull away. “You don’t know me,” she whispered. “I know enough.” His voice was like velvet—low, dangerous, sensual. “I know you’d rather die than surrender. I know your pride’s bigger than this house. I know you fight like a woman who’s been disappointed too many times. And I know that right now, you’re wondering what I’d feel like if I kissed you.”

Bewitched, I leaned toward him, and our lips met first timidly, then with a devouring passion, as if every burning kiss were the breath of life we had long neglected. His hands discovered my nape, my hair, then slid down my back, drawing me toward him with fervent insistence. I clung to his T-shirt, gently pulling him closer still. The heat of our contact ignited a blazing flame within me, every shiver running through my body like a promise of discoveries to come.

Before I could respond, his mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was nothing like before. It was raw, brutal, a clash of fire and fury that left me gasping. His blood mingled with mine, his heat burning through me, his dominance searing every nerve. I should have pushed him away. I should have reminded myself that this was reckless, dangerous, forbidden. But I didn’t. I kissed him back, fiercely, desperately, like he was the only thing tethering me to the earth. When he finally tore away, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice was ragged. “You’re mine, Cara. No rogue, no war, no one else will ever change that.”

Her skin was burning, her mind spinning into a chaotic haze as she tasted the liquor on his breath. The kiss broke apart for a single second, both of them gasping for oxygen in the tight car. A slow, dark smile stretched across Giordano’s handsome face, his eyes heavy-lidded and burning with a raw hunger. He leaned back in immediately, his fingers gently sliding down the side of her flushed face, tracing the sharp line of her jaw down to her neck. "Now I like this version of you," he groaned against her skin, his lips pressing a hot, bruising trail toward her collarbone.

I said, placing her down as we both laughed, breathing hard. “I caught you.” Her eyes were different now. Wild. Untamed. Just like mine. The ocean breeze had intoxicated her. “True,” She said softly. “You caught me.” Her soft lips caught mine in a slow, deep, but passionate kiss. Slow but strong enough to tug my heart in something weird. It wasn't lust. No! It was something else, something more powerful and dangerous. She was so smooth in it like she was passionately telling me how it's done. Her hands smoothly unbuttoned my shirt as her lips dominated mine.

Because of her heat, it's like her pussy is a hot pocket straight out of the oven, but at least I don't have to worry about scorching my dick off. "Fuck me hard and don't you dare hold back," she says with a ravenous growl. I pull out a little, and slam back into her. She screams, clawing my shoulders and digging her heels into my lower back. I press her harder into the cave wall, yanking her head back by her hair to have full access to her neck. As I slam up into her over and over again, I nip and lick her throat. The passion between us is like a blazing fire, ready to explode into a fucking crescendo. I'm definitely not going to last long, but I'm going to make sure she gets the pleasure a