Burned Hearts (Burned 3)

He shifted ever so slightly. His tip nudged my opening. Anticipation mounted.

“Don’t play,” I insisted. “You know what I want.”

He gave me a sweet kiss, our lips tangling. Ironic, because I knew what he intended to do to me would be anything but sweet. Because I liked it downright dirty with this man.

He massaged my breast again, causing me to squirm beneath him. My hips rose and the head of his cock pressed farther in.

“Yes,” I breathed encouragingly. “Give me all of you.”

He slung my leg over his waist and palmed my ass cheek, angling my pelvis. Then thrust in.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed as he filled and stretched me.

“Ah, Christ, Ari.” His voice was heavy with arousal. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”

My fingers curled more fiercely around his biceps as he buried himself within me, thrusting fervently.

“Yes,” I told him. “Just like that.” His hips bucked and he drove heartily, setting me on fire.

“Feel me deep inside you.”

“Yes,” I repeated, the adrenaline raging. “Fuck me,” I begged, the frenzy already ignited, my need for him already clawing at me. “Dane, you feel so incredible.”

He made love to me with the kind of fervor that pushed the air from my lungs and caused my inner muscles to clutch him so firmly, sharp, primal sounds blew between his teeth. Turning me on even more. Because I knew how excited I made him.

My other hand unraveled from his hair and I gripped his ass, not quite fully cupping a cheek but holding on to the enticing flesh and muscle as his butt flexed and released with his solid pumps into my body.

We moved together with a feverish pace. I had the insane craving to feel him deeper, like I couldn’t get enough of him. But he was plunging and pulsating and sending me reeling toward another powerful release.

Yet the gnawing sensation grew, as though I just wanted to crawl inside him and be a permanent part of him. I couldn’t get close enough to him, even though we were melded together, our bodies moving in perfect sync with each other. I wanted to be wrapped around his heart, live within his soul, consume his mind.

That was the selfish part of an obsessive, unrelenting love. I wanted to be his every waking thought, every breath he took.

I also knew he would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him. Including making all the sacrifices that tore us apart even when all we truly desired was to constantly be drowning in private, intimate moments, as we currently were.

I sensed precisely when everything shifted within him, pulled taut, threatened to erupt. It happened inside me as well.

“Dane,” I said on a breathy sigh. “Come with me.”

“Yes,” he ground out. “Oh, fuck, yes. Ari!”

He thrust quicker. Raspy pants of air leapt from my throat.

“So amazing,” I whispered. And then I lost it completely, coming on a loud scream, followed by the only word that registered in my mind: “Dane!”

My climax was amplified by his release, the hot moisture suddenly filling me, the convulsing of his body, the throbbing of his cock.

“Oh, goddamn, Ari,” he said on a harsh breath. “You can make me forget everything but you.”

His face burrowed in the crook of my neck. I slipped my arms around him. Held him to me. Smiled triumphantly. I’d gotten exactly what I’d wished for.

“I could stay buried inside you forever,” he whispered, tugging on my heartstrings. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

Emotion welled within me, mixing with the sexy feelings he evoked. “I like your pillow talk.”

“That’s not all you like,” he said in a devilish tone.

“So true.” I kissed the top of his head, his silky hair tickling my lips and skin. “I need you, Dane. Always.”