Flash Burned (Burned 2)

I slowly worked his cock with my inner muscles. He shuddered.

“Can I make you come again so quickly?” I asked.

“Only you could do this to me.”

I continued the tight squeezes, slow and measured at first. Then, as he grew hard, I picked up the pace, tensing around him, loving the feel of him as he stretched me once more.

“Ah, Ari,” he whispered against my hair. “So sweet and sexy. Needing me as much as I need you.”

More than I needed oxygen in my lungs and solid ground beneath my feet.

“I belong buried in your pussy,” he said in his sensual tone. “Surrounded by you. So snug and warm and wet.” His hips started to move again. Unhurried. Eliciting a slow burn. Pure heaven.

Though I held a claim over him, Dane Bax owned me. Possessed me. Call it whatever you wished, he had become my world. My lifeblood. Someone and something I couldn’t exist without.

We both had our issues, our crosses to bear. We were both embroiled in something ominous. A mysterious, fragile intrigue no one outside our small circle knew about. Even my best friend, Kyle Jenns, had limited knowledge. And I’d not uttered a word of it to my father, beyond telling him of the obvious attraction Dane and I shared.

Perhaps that was what made our bond so fierce. We were entangled in a private, sensuous, twisted, fated affair that left us with little control over our feelings for each other. And certainly no escape from them.

Unfortunately, that did not keep us safe from all the outside forces that threatened to tear us apart again.

I tried not to think of the terrifying aspect of being so consumed by love, so desperate for Dane on every level. Lost myself, instead, in the feel of him gliding along my heat and moisture, steadily increasing the tempo as he fucked me masterfully. I submitted to him, as always.

His lips grazed along my spine. Then his fingers lightly traveled up to my nape. Down to my tailbone, making me tremble. He slipped around to my front and cupped my sex with his large hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my clit, coating his skin. Then he returned his attention to my backside.

As he pumped into me, he rimmed that previously forbidden spot with his thumb. I’d given him free reign over my body the very first time we’d made love. I’d not once regretted it. Couldn’t. Everything he did turned me inside out.

Tearing my gaze from him, my eyelids closed and I rested my forehead against the top of my hand, splayed over the ledge.

He continued the decadent play and another orgasm built.

“Yes,” I muttered. Fire roared through my veins as his free hand returned to the apex of my legs and he massaged my clit. “I’m burning up.”

I palmed my breast, caressing it and pinching the nipple as all the sensations escalated.

“Come with me,” he commanded in a thick tone. “Now, Ari. Now.”

He thrust deep into my pussy, his thumb pressed in, and he exploded inside me. I cried out once more as his climax sparked mine, causing all that heat and tension to burst wide open.

My body shook. My lungs sucked in choppy breaths.

“Holy shit!” I blurted. “You are so fantastic.”

I always thought it could never get better or hotter between us.

I was always wrong.

chapter 2

“This is the perfect garland,” I said as I draped the four-foot-long fluffy deep-green sam

ple around Dane’s neck. Tiny bronze satin bows accented with thin, glittery gold and silver scrolls and just the right amount of clear twinkle lights woven through the plush mass completed the festive look.

My very tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, though perpetually brooding, boyfriend/boss scowled at me. An expression I drolly (secretly) suspected he’d perfected around the age of thirteen or fourteen, given how comfortable and skilled he was with intimidating people.

And though it worked on others—and turned his chiseled-to-perfection features foreboding—all I had to do was tease his lips with mine, a soft tangling with a few sighs of delirium for good measure, and he was putty in my hands.

Case in point—