Scorch (Virtues & Lies 2)

The red isn’t too dissimilar to the dress I wore that night. There’s no lace or tulle. This dress is sleeker with its sumptuous velvet and gold crystal-embellished ropes that will hold it in place across my shoulder blades. The straight neckline and long sleeves give to a backless, deep plunge that will curve at the small of my back.

It’s plain and simple really. But the ruched bustle at the back gives the pencil cut some movement and elegance.

Turning to face away from Christopher, I slip the robe off. His scorching breaths trail down my back as he crouches behind me and helps me step into the dress. I shiver as they slowly work their way back up with the soft, cool fabric.

My nipples bead at the sensation. Goose bumps cover me from top to toe as he carefully clips the chain across my shoulder blades, securing the dress.

“Fuck me, precious girl,” he sings softly, running his nose up the curve of my neck as he straightens. Our eyes meet in the mirror before he says, “I don’t want to share you with anyone, let alone the world.”

Chin resting on my head, his hands squeeze down the curve of my waist to my hips, rounding to the small of my back as he grinds his solid dick into me.

I swear, I’m so wet that my thighs feel slick when I rub them together.

His hand traces up my front, flattening on my belly before rising to the curve of my bust. It moulds to my body like heated steel as it continues up to my jaw.

“You need to stop looking at me like that.” He groans, pulling my bottom lip from between my teeth.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the big bad wolf and you want me to eat you all up.”

“I don’t want to be eaten by a wolf.” I lean back onto him, squirming on his groin. “I want to be devoured by a king.”

Brusquely, he walks me over to the mirror. My hands slap to the cool surface as my hips hit the edge of the vanity.

Christopher’s raspy breaths bathe my nape, his chest heaving over my back as my breasts ache. My nipples burn with the weight of gravity and the give of the supple fabric.

“You want me to devour you?” Christopher’s deep growl vibrates through me as his hand closes around my throat. The squeeze of it over my jugular sends my pulse into overdrive, and my head hazes. I imagine this is what an astronaut feels like when they break the thermosphere.

I’m breathless, dizzy, and exhilarated all at once. My body is vibrating, aching, and tensing with all the want, need, and heat buzzing through me.

“It’s what I asked for.”

The hand at my hip lowers, the friction of his body over mine excruciating. I want more. I want to revel in it.

Gripping the fabric at the middle of my thigh, he pulls the moulded skirt up, over the curve of my hips. With my skin bared, he claws and pinches at the slippery flesh of my thighs.

The bite makes my feet press onto my tiptoes. But nothing undoes me like the feel of him rubbing my pussy over my thong. Pulling my underwear to the side, he parts my lips with a gravelly groan.

My face heats and flushes with the assault of pleasure. Holy shit.

As he presses two fingers inside me, his thumb spreading my wetness to my clit, his other hand tightens on my throat for a moment, before he slaps it over mine on the mirror.

Hard cock grinding into the small of my back, he pumps his fingers in time with the circling of his groin.

“Christopher…”

“I’ll devour you. I’ll consume every inch of you. Every cell. Until there’s nothing left.” His guttural promise is punctuated by the thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck,” I cry out as he pulls out slightly and adds another finger. “Yes.”

God, I’m shaking as fire unfurls in the pit of my belly, so deep inside me that it feels like I’m being burnished from the inside out by his touch.

“I’m not a greedy eater. I like to take my time…to savour.” He pumps twice more before slipping his fingers out of my clenching cunt. I was so ready. So close. “You’re worth savouring.” Bringing his glistening fingers to my lips, he spreads my arousal over my ruby-tinged skin. “Every fucking bit of you,” he says, spinning me to face him.

I’m still discombobulated as he licks across my lips with a dragged-out moan of pure pleasure and satisfaction.

“So you’ll wait until the evening is through, and I’ll fuck you through the night.” His whisky eyes are dark with his dilated pupils swallowing up the light. “I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop, and even then, I might fuck you through your pleas and your screams. Isn’t that what you want?”