Touch Of Flame Novels & Stories

For some reason, it made my heart ache a little. After we returned home, Channing looked at me and said, "Don't worry. I won't touch you without your consent." I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I leaned forward to kiss him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Channing didn't even flinch. He simply looked at me with a steady gaze until I snapped back to my senses. What was I doing? I quickly pulled away, but his eyes darkened. In the next moment, he kissed me deeply and took control with unbridled intensity.

“Please touch me.” I pushed one finger inside her slowly, watching her mouth fall open. She was hot and tight and so wet the slide was filthy. I worked it in and out with deliberate patience, curling just enough to make her hips twitch. When I added a second finger the wet sound filled the library soft, obscene, perfect. Her head tipped back. A low moan slipped out before she could stop it.

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

This was unnecessary but it was nice to have him fussing over me. “It is a ghost flame cooker. The gas that produces the flame is an eco-friendly flame that burns clear or almost white. If there are particles in the fire, you will see a red or orange flame.” His face looked stern as he explained. The tenderness in his touch and the concern in his eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was I falling for this man all over again? “How is your hand?” He asked, finally pulling my fingers from the cold running water. The redness had gone down and all that was left was a little stinging.

I asked, my voice soft, almost tender. The flame flickered between us, its heat licking at the air. She didn’t answer, but her lips parted, trembling. “I think you do,” I continued, stepping closer. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The fire inside you, burning away everything you thought you were. That’s what I’ve given you, isn’t it? A taste of what’s to come.” I reached out, letting the flame hover near her skin, close enough that she could feel its heat.

His hand closed gently over hers, and his eyes—still rimmed with the faint bruising from his frost wounds—looked directly into hers. “If this flame wants to test what you can create, it should see the only thing you’ve built that can never be undone.” Emma’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?” He gave a small, tired smile. “Me.” --- The Golden Flame Accepts Two The moment both their hands touched the swirling gold flame, the air pulled inward. Heat deepened—not painful, but infinite. The light around them twisted. Then everything blinked out. They were not alone. --- The Garden

“I thought about the same thing my Laila… believe me. I also desperately wanted to enter you on that table…but you still need your energy to study… so… for now, you have to be patient and just enjoy my touch… after all, we've never been in this position. Blaze's hand slipped inside and stroked my core, which was still layered with an under wear. Blaze stroked it from outside, making me held my breath. Why is...his every touch...like an electric shock .... I feel like seeing a fireworks when he touches me intimately like this. Blaze and his fingers are full of magic. "I love to touch you ...." His whisper gave me goosebumps. "Blaze we are on campus ..."

he asked her just immediately she stepped inside the sitting room. “It is fast and furious, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the movie…..you better see the movie for yourself, it’s really nice”, she told him and afterwards, they started seeing the movie together from where Enola stopped. As they were seeing the movie, they were smooching themselves already. Enola was in the cold hands of Ekaris whereby Ekaris moved his hands regardless of the location it went to. Besides, Enola didn’t give a fuck on where and how his hand went around her body. So, Ekaris took hold of the opportunity to exhibit his evil minds. The hands which was placed on the shoulder earlier, started making moves like a f

“Hold him down.” Leon’s eyes widen so much that I think they might pop and roll right out of his head. “What the fuck are you doin’, man?” I pour the lighter fluid on his head; his eyes flutter closed, desperate to avoid the drops of liquid. I don’t see the point. The burning will be all he can focus on in a moment. Sheer agony of flames licking his skin violently. Excitement courses through my body, my thumb presses down on the flint wheel, and a flame bursts to life. The majestic, dancing colours mesmerise me—yellow, red, orange—beautiful and deadly all rolled into one. I tug at a strand of Leon’s hair, bringing the flame to it. Within seconds, his entire head is on fire. My lips curve int

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"