Touch Of Flame 소설 & 이야기

Flame groaned then sat up, to rub his chest, before shoving Xaivier roughly. Other than the tribal wings spread across his back under his clothing, Flame hadn’t changed. His hair was still the same black and brown, and his skin was still light brown. Even his eyes were still blue. Why hadn’t the virus affected him as much as the others? “Didn’t have to hit so hard” he muttered in pain “are you trying to kill me?” “Good to see you too” Xaivier replied, and pulled Flame to his feet, that he wobbled on unsteadily. He left Flame to be ogled by curious people, while he returned to my side to sit me up.

He leaned into her touch, eyes closing. Kaelan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Little flame…” She didn’t let him finish. She leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t a desperate kiss, not like the ones they’d shared in fear or fury. This one was slow, trembling, full of everything they hadn’t said. Kaelan’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss with a tenderness that made her chest ache. Lyra shifted, moving into his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Kaelan’s breath caught, his hands settling at her waist, steady and warm.

Every muscle responding to contact it’s never received. “You’re the first woman to touch me,” he says quietly, and the way his voice catches on the word first makes my chest ache and my pussy throb at the same time. “I’m going to be the last,” I tell him, and reach past his shoulder for one of the thick altar candles. I light it with the matches sitting beside the holder and when the flame catches I tip it over my collarbone. The first drop of wax hits my skin sharp and immediate and I gasp.

Large trees are curtaining their way and the sky is barely visible. Lavi raises his hand and concentrates hard. Instantly, a ball of fire appears, floating on his palm. “Does it hurt?” Anna asks him. “No, it won’t hurt me,” Lavi says. His skin is intact but the heat from the fire is different from a normal flame. Anna, who is standing a few feet away, can feel the heat even from a distance. “Do not stray too close,” Lavi warns. “This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.”

He cradled her head in his hands, lifting it slightly to expose the wound more clearly. Danial leaned in, his fiery fingertip hovering just above the gash. He focused his energy, controlling the flame with expert precision. The fire on his finger extended and narrowed, shaping into a fine, needle-like point. The assistant gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as she realized what he was about to do.

Merely watching her enjoy the place, gives him more than the joy he is expecting to feel. Maddie stopped a few inches away from the fountain in fear that she might get burned. Although it looks like a real flame, it doesn't feel hot even when Maddie is already near it. She even raised her hands to feel the heat but she felt nothing. She was about to touch the flame to see if it is even real but Theo stopped her hand.

“Come with us, flame. Now.” They shattered me a third time, Zephyr burying deep and spilling hot inside me with a broken groan, his hips jerking as he flooded my pussy. Kalyx followed seconds later, aiming for my open mouth, his release hitting my tongue in salty bursts that I swallowed greedily, the rest streaking my chin and chest.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

The sheets are tangled around us, cool in contrast to the heat of our skin. “You’re trouble, and you taste like sin,” He says, his hand sliding along my hip, pulling me firmly against him. My enemy’s uncle. The man I must never touch. “You know we can’t do this again,” He says finally, his voice hoarse, unconvincing. I turn my head toward him, my lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile. “Then why are you still touching me?” I ask. His jaw clenches, but his hand doesn't move. If anything, it slid lower, teasing, reminding me just how easily this can happen again.