Wings Of Fire Peril And Clay Kiss Novels & Stories

She has to win it. Aarav covered her body with wax but she did not complain nor she said anything. She was only moaning as the Vibrator is still on. She has already come twice. Aarav is not liking how she is in pain but when he remembers her words he feels that she deserves it.. He pulled the nipple clamps harshly that scraped her breasts and it started to bleed. Oorvi bite her lips from screaming as it is hurting her more now. But her determination is nothing in front of this pain.

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

Yet he cannot, he stupidly cannot. “Tsk!” Clay smirked, nailing his sight from the person he damn finds adorable. Somehow overtaken by the thing that he is sure he will never think of even the slightest thing. His drawn smile turns into the wants he could not describe. ‘Damn’, Sky dropped the word unto his mind as it went into a chasm taken by Clay’s smirk. With its face and the very him he wanted to deny, it screaming the hotness and the very words and thoughts from its slightest presence that he should not have in the very first place, but ringing the want in his very soul. Stupidly thinking how hot he is, he is entangled as his aggressiveness pushed him on the wall. Taking the initiative

The rosary slipped from my fingers and clattered to the stone. “Yes.” She moved like flame and sin. Her mouth crashed onto mine—deep, devouring, tongue sliding hot and sure against my own. She tasted of smoke and honey and sin. I moaned into her, hands rising of their own accord to clutch at her shoulders, feeling the flex of powerful muscle beneath warm skin, the leathery join of her wings.

His hands roamed, possessive, a vow in every touch, her fire his home. Their lips crashed, fierce, desperate, her tongue plunging, tasting cedar, sweat, him, a snarl escaping her throat, vibrating against his mouth, raw and hungry. Her hands ripped at his tunic, buttons popping, baring his chest, her nails raking his scars, blood beading, hot under her touch, the pain a spark to their fire. He growled, “Fuck, Mar,” hands yanking her shirt, tearing it open, fabric ripping, baring her to the moonlight—breasts firm, nipples hard, her skin glowing, a warrior of fire and steel. She moaned, “Jas, now,” voice a blade, shoving him against the cliff, stone cool, ivy brushing his back, her body pinnin

I sprinted toward the Cliff of Fires, the legendary battleground of dragons, the peaks constantly ablaze in hues of crimson, jade, and sapphire flame. Kai’s thundering paws followed. But I reached the summit first. I halted at the edge. The winds howled. The flames below danced. Behind me, he skidded to a stop. Our eyes met again. His were glistening. He whimpered, padded forward. Careful. Cautious. My fury built to a scream inside my skull. He took one more step. I leapt. The wind howled louder than his cry. His pain echoed off the burning cliffs as I fell.

A pull that makes it hard to fucking breathe sometimes. Every second I picture how she will feel under me. How her breath will sound when my lips touch her neck. How her fingers will claw my back when she cannot take more. How she will scream my name when I finally break whatever walls she hides behind. The thought alone makes my pulse heavier, slower, darker. I have never felt this with any woman. Not even close. Lisa walked into my life carrying chaos dressed as calm. Fire disguised as innocence. She makes me lose control in a way nothing else ever has.

Chapter One: The Day Everything Burned "Sera! Come see the butterfly cocoons! They are starting to split open!" I dropped my handful of wildflowers and raced toward Mama's voice, my bare feet slapping hard against the warm stone path. The garden smelled like sweet jasmine and wet earth, and I was already planning to ask Papa if we could stay out here until the stars came out so we could count them together like we always did on clear nights. A scream tore through the peaceful afternoon air, and I froze completely, the scattered petals drifting down around my feet. Another scream pierced through the garden, followed by shouting—so much shouting it sounded like the whole pack house was on fire

Filled with vengeance that was almost beyond sanity. She stared out the window, where a snowstorm was raging. “Adrian...” Clarisse rubbed her lips with her thumb. “You want to play with fire? Fine.” “Now I’m going to burn you.”

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.