Warm Bodies Novel Novels & Stories

‎The warmth of his skin was like nothing I had felt before, it sent nerve signals to my core, my body was yearning for him, his touch. ‎“No it couldn't be, my body wasn't going to betray me like this." ‎ ‎ ‎

Julian tipped over the edge after me, making me feel warm inside. Warm! It was the first thing I noticed as I gradually descended from my high. Now that we both were at the same temperature, he felt warm inside me and not cool. Julian retracted his fangs but kept his lips close to my skin, "Get dressed, we've got a body to get rid of." __________________________________________ ***Author's Note: This was basically the length of 3 updates in one chapter so enjoy! If you haven't already, check out my book Gunnar available on GN and check out book two which is called Ace!!!

Rue’s POV I could almost feel that I was in a safe place even before I opened my eyes, it felt safe... Yes...And warm! One of the things I have been lacking in my life for a very long time is warmth. The body engulfed me, making me feel like a big wolf was giving me its warmth and I just wish I had the luxury to lay there forever and forget the very thing that had brought me there. I tried to make sense of what had happened the night before since it was obvious that I am still alive and fleshy and I have not been eaten by fishes or torn by animals because they see me as weak.

I could feel my heart beating yet I could not feel my own body. The green field now a fiery sea of red fire, the grass slowly burning outwards, threatening to wipe out what was once a comforting solace place into a sea of burning hell. But I found it odd that I wasn’t scared as I looked at my own body – fire slithering around, encasing my body protectively. It didn’t burn my skin, it wasn’t warm as what you would feel when next to a flame – it was cold. A kind of cold that was peaceful, a quiet burning surge of power that rose slowly and gently like a mother would to an infant.

Skin on skin. Our cocks pressed together—sliding and grinding against each other. The friction was maddening. Warm shivers ran down my spine as I arched towards him on the bed. The intense frothing between our sweat-slicked bodies nearly took my life. I nearly died for ecstasy. Our bodies slid against each other with his hard chest rubbing against mine. His mouth was busy on every part of my body—sucking, biting, hickeying. He was just focused on leaving marks on me that burned and throbbed.

Tamir got up from the dead room to his resting place. His head hurt as usual, his body was pounding with chills, and it was as if sand had been poured into his eyes. I wanted to fall on a bench, pull everything I had on top - from a blanket to ducks - and fall into oblivion. But the novice knew that he could not sleep until he warmed up. The ice walls of the casemates drew heat from the body, chilled the blood. Yes, and the coldness reigning in the room surrounded from all sides. It would be necessary to heat the hearth, sit with your back to the fire and feel how sweet warmth spreads with languor, reaches out to every bone, caresses every vein.

I sense his head above my own but I am fighting my own battle inside to not look at him. His big hand curled around my clenched hands and he dips his head until his lips almost brush them. "We wolves rarely get cold, our bodies are always overheated." He murmurs and does the unthinkable, he blows my hands. His warm breath instantly easing the cold out of my freezing hands. I sighed in content. He was now like my own personal warm blanket. Warming my body, easing my thoughts of worry. His broad chest pressing into my back felt lovely and the way I fit into his arms felt as though we were meant to be, we were made for eachother.

Still nothing. His eyes were open but they weren’t seeing anything. Fixed. Empty. Like whatever had been inside him had stepped out and left the body behind. My throat tightened. “Okay…” I whispered to myself, forcing control back into my voice. “Okay. Check first.” I reached forward and pressed two fingers to the side of his neck. The moment I touched him, I froze. Heat. Not normal warmth. Not fever warmth. Something far worse. He was burning. It felt like touching the hood of a car that had been running at full speed for hours without stopping. Like his body had been pushed past every safe limit and just… kept going.

The wound on his neck was still seeping fresh blood, scorching drops rolling down the curve of his clavicle, dripping into my hair, rolling onto my cheekbone, carrying the heat of his body. I began to melt in his arms. Not figuratively. Melting. Limbs that had soaked in ice water for hours were now baked by the omnidirectional furnace of his chest, his abs, his arms, his palms. The heat invaded inch by inch starting from my fingertips. First, my fingers. The numb, frozen tips began to regain sensation. After the needle-prick agony passed, warmth crawled up the blood vessels toward my wrists. Then my calves. The crooks of my knees, hooked over the steel of his forearm, went soft under his bod

“Alright, I will go there then.” “Boss Dar, don’t be surprised.” Mr. Gab stopped his Boss for a while by tapping his shoulder. “Surprised of what?” with creases on his forehead, Boss Dar looked at Mr. Gab. “Your innocent bed warmer is wearing almost nothing while parading her body in the recreation area,” Mr. Gab said in a low voice but Boss Dar heard what he said loud and clear.