Burn (Dark in You 1)

He stopped.

The lava was way too close for comfort, and she was staring right into it. “Sooner or later, you’ve gotta sleep. Then I’ll kill you.” His laugh did not improve her mood at all.

Rocketing them once again above the ash cloud, he said, “You enjoyed that.” She huffed, but he could see the excitement in her ocean blue eyes. “Again? There are lots of ways to do a drop like this. I won’t let go of you…unless you want me to.”

“No, don’t let go.”

“I won’t.”

“You said you wouldn’t let go.”

Knox did his best to stifle a smile. She’d been glaring at him since they returned to the jet. And now she was opposite him, shaking with fury. Yet, she still made him think of a hissing, spitting kitten. He thought it best not to say that aloud. “I caught you,” he reminded her.

“That’s not the point.”

“Falling’s not the same when someone else has hold of you. I wanted you to experience what it’s like to just fall.” He shrugged one shoulder. “And you did say you’d like to know how it felt to fly.”

“I hate you.”

He chuckled. “No, you don’t. Come here, I’ll apologize.”

She snorted. “No, you won’t. You’ll feel me up.”

“That too,” he admitted with a smile. “Come here.”

The dominant, authoritative rumble made her stomach clench; she knew that tone too well. “You know what? I don’t think I will.” She jolted as an ice-cold finger flicked her clit. “Don’t.”

“Then come here.” His mouth curved as her eyes narrowed defiantly. “If that’s the way you want it.”

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as the psychic finger slid through her folds – so cold, yet it produced so much heat. It stroked her again. Over. And over. And over. Occasionally, it stopped to swirl around her clit, making her pussy spasm. Holding tight to the armrests as if they could anchor her, she locked her muscles in place, resisting the urge to squirm. But it was so hard when her flesh was burning and prickling, desperate for more. “Stop.”

“You know what to do if you want it to stop, baby.” She couldn’t have any idea how fucking hot it was to watch her eyes glaze over and her cheeks flush with need. Her breathing turned shallow and uneven as a climax slowly began to build. So hard it hurt, Knox undid his fly. His cock sprang out, heavy and pulsing. He fisted himself. “Do you want it, Harper?” He pumped once. “You look like you do.” Her slumberous gaze was fixed hungrily on his cock. “Come here, and you can have it.”

A moan slid out of Harper as the icy finger drove inside her. She couldn’t help arching into the slow thrusts, so wet and on fire. Her thighs trembled as the friction built, threatening to tumble her into an—

The finger dissolved, leaving her pussy throbbing. She felt red-hot inside, and so unbelievably empty it hurt. She barely held back a sob.

“Only I can give you what you need, Harper.” He’d put the ache there, and only he could take it away. “Come to me.”

Harper might have cursed the dominant fucker, but that would only make him torture her a little more. There was only so much defiance he would allow, and she’d learned just how far she could push.

As she rose and moved to stand between his thighs, Knox praised, “Good girl.” Snapping open her fly, he shoved down her jeans and panties. Once she’d kicked them and her shoes aside, he gripped her hips and lifted her, positioning her right where he wanted her. “The brand on your pussy is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Be still.” He lashed her clit with his tongue.

Her fingers knotted in his hair. “Knox.” His tongue eased the burning as it slipped between her folds, licking and lapping, but it also began to build the friction once again. As he suckled her clit, her head fell back. “I’m gonna come.”

Knox moved her to straddle him. “Not until I’m in you.” He draped his arms over the back of his seat. “Fuck yourself on me, Harper.” She took him inside with one slow, downward, spiral thrust that almost made him come. “Give me your mouth.”

Gripping his shoulders, Harper kissed him just as she began impaling herself on his cock, loving how it stretched her oversensitive pussy just right. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, made her taste herself as he devoured and dominated.

He bit her lip hard. “You want me to come in you, Harper?” She moaned her assent. “Then work for it.” Their mouths stayed locked as she increased her pace, slamming herself down on him. They shared breaths, pants, and groans. He sensed exactly when her orgasm was close. “Wait.”

“Will you just let me come this one damn time?” she griped, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“Wait.” He grunted as she clenched her inner muscles around him in revenge. His demon was both amused and irritated by that.

Harper froze mid-thrust as Knox’s eyes bled to black. The demon didn’t look pissed, but it definitely looked a little piqued. Shit.

“Sneaky little sphinx,” it commented.

“I get a free pass on my birthday, though, right?”

It chuckled, and it was an odd sound; flat, yet not humorless. Then Knox was back. She was about to speak, but he arched a displeased brow.

“Who told you to stop?” he demanded, smacking her ass; her pussy clamped around him and soaked him in a rush of cream. “I said wait, not stop. Ride me.” She mumbled a curse, but he let it slide – mostly because she was frantically impaling herself on his cock. The feel of her so slick, burning hot, and almost painfully tight around him was too much. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.