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Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

My stamina bar instantly filled to max. "With these, my workers won't just survive the negative sixty-degree weather," I muttered, a cold, triumphant smile spreading across my face. "They’ll be able to sprint through it." "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Master," Nebula warned, leaping off my shoulder and floating in front of my face. "The human body can only take so much spiritual heat at once. If you feed a normal human too many Magma Chilis, their blood will literally boil. You need to mix it carefully."

Kurt groaned as his hand slipped down my spine. My back arched into his touch, eyes closing as a soft moan escaped my lips. So this is what heat is like? I feel like I’m burning up. “I… I should take a cold shower. I feel like I’m on fire.” I sighed, thinking of anything to help bring my temperature down. “You can, but it won’t help for long. The only thing that can truly alleviate the intensity of a heat is sex. Preferably with your mate.” Kurt’s voice had this husky tone. I moaned, clenching my thighs as he mentioned sex.

It was dark and unexpectedly hot. The temperature for the area around the cave was so hot. Heatwave surged from the underground and a strange vapor was floating all around the cave, The five birds and Sirene were sweating that you could easily see a drop of water falling down their exquisite face. However, Soheila looks like she doesn't feel any heat at all. Soheila was not sweating even an ounce of sweat was not visible on her delicate face. It was due to her rank level.

“It’s too hot for this.” “It is definitely hot,” he agreed in a molasses-smooth purr, and he wasn’t referencing the sunny, humid mid-afternoon. “That sundress is hot. You’re hot. I’m hot. We’re hot.” And the silky coil of warm wetness resting low between her hips was rapidly heating up to meet the definition too, Catilyn noted with a blush. Gelato! That would put a stop to this.

Her head slightly downturned as she tugged on her left earlobe praying the day ends without violence of any kind. The splash of hot coffee on Amy's chest caused her to impulsively take few steps back. He scowled. “Why do you always act like such an idiot? Why is this too hot?” his eyes bulged in anger. "I am sorry. I didn't mean..." "Shut up!" He sneered as his jaw clenched visibily. "You never do anything right. You get the most expensive things from me yet you are worse than use*less!" Amy's eyes instantly became moist. That moment, she wished the earth would open it's doors to bury her beneath it.

I can’t remember the last time I was in a hot tub. It is a cool spring evening, and the warmth radiating from the bubbling water feels good on my skin. Braxton feels even better on my skin as his hands explore me through the thin fabric of my bathing suit.

When she did, his tongue swept in, hot and wet and demanding, licking every bit of sensitive flesh and coaxing her own tongue to dance with his. Heat flash through her, tightening her nipples and making the pulse in her sex throb like a bass drum. It pounded through her blood stream, so hard she was sure Matt could feel it vibrate in her body. His own body heat was surging into hers, eating her blood, and even through the layers of their clothing she could feel the hard, swollen thickness of his cock.

Amora Heat risesin my eyes as I flip the water on in the shower and climb inside. I don’t even wait for the water to warm, and the shock of cold zings through me, giving me a rush of adrenaline to chase away the sheer exhaustion that’s settled over my bones. The cold quickly fades, replaced by lukewarm water. Another twist of the pipes gives me the scalding temperature I need to ease the emotional turmoil I feel.