Novel & Cerita Warm Bodies Novel

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.

“Whatever is in there, whatever is driving this. I’m not going to hurt him. I won’t.” He kept fighting the hold. I kept holding. And then something changed. The temperature came first. A warmth that was different from the heat of effort… specific, emanating from his skin in the way the mark had emitted light, but broader now, covering more of him. I could feel it through my arms where they crossed his chest, the particular quality of something burning that was not burning in the conventional sense. His body began to shake again, not the floor-shaking of before but smaller, internal, the tremor of something being contested from within.

Heat. Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

“If it’s you, I’ll never want to be whole again.” He groaned softly, his lips trailing along my jaw before returning to my shoulder, leaving a fire in their wake. His hands moved down again, gripping my thighs as his pace deepened, his control fraying. And still, he watched me in the mirror — watched the way my body answered only to him. This wasn’t just passion. It was something primal, something sacred. Something that bound souls. And I surrendered to it completely. ______________ Warmth. That was the first thing I felt, a deep, all-encompassing warmth that wrapped around me like a second skin. I stirred slightly beneath the heavy blanket, my body aching in places I never knew could ache,

Behind us Gunnar suddenly growled again and my stomach twisted again. The strange warmth inside my body suddenly grew stronger. My fingers curled slightly. “What is wrong with me?” I whispered. The woman spoke calmly. “Your heat is starting.” My eyes widened. “No.. no… please don't do this, I just returned from a death mission, I can't even have a bit of rest ever since I came here!” But even as I said the words, a strong wave of heat rushed through my body. I gasped slightly. My legs suddenly felt weak. My breathing became faster.

The warm radiating energy pulsated all over my body and I screamed out in even larger orgasm. Water was cold at this point, but my body was on fire… I wanted him inside me so badly..

I was too exhausted to solve the puzzle. My eyes fluttered shut. The journey to wherever he was taking me felt long and incredibly cold. The wind howled through the barren trees, biting at my exposed face. But I found a profound, unnatural warmth in this stranger’s body. He was like a walking furnace. I pressed myself closer to his chest, soaking up his body heat to keep my violent shivering at bay. The agonizing mate-sickness still throbbed behind my eyes. My body was quietly, desperately craving the dark, violent King I had left behind in the fortress. But my mind was incredibly grateful for the gentle, sweetgrass-scented man currently carrying me through the snow.