Now his fingers, too, were burning, but he would not let go.
It felt as if her finger burned right through the cloth.
His fingers still burned through the blood, hotter than ever.
My fingers were burning now with the strain of hanging on.
My fingers and toes burned, like they were being roasted.
Mel thought that if she touched him now her fingers would burn.
I could feel the warmth of her fingers burning through my thin shirt.
His fingers burned against the chill of her skin, searing heat deep.
He brought his finger to her wind burned lips.
Her fingers burned me like the first sexual touch of my first lover.
