White Fire

She felt, ah, so blessed, to be married to such a wonderful, caring man. They had lived in the Chippewa village since the very first day of their marriage.

Although Flame had told him that she would make do in a wigwam, he had still wanted to make things as easy on her as possible since she had known only rich comforts while growing up.

Soon White Fire had built her a large, comfortable cabin with a bedroom for each of their children, and for themselves.

The kitchen was well designed for her use, and their parlor was filled with plush furniture that he had shipped in from St. Louis.

“My woman,” White Fire said huskily, taking her hands, and yanking her against his hard, ready body.

His lips came down on hers in a hot, lingering kiss. His hands went to her buttocks. He clasped his fingers into her soft fl

esh and drew her closer to his heat, to his building need of her.

Delicious shivers of desire floated across Flame’s flesh as he ground his hardness against her body. She slid her mouth away from his lips. “I need you,” she whispered, her face aflame with her building need. “Now, White Fire. Oh, darling, now.”

He lifted her into his arms, lying her down across the bed. Then he moved onto the bed with her.

As he kissed her again, his tongue delving through her lips, touching hers, he thrust his throbbing manhood deeply inside her warm and wet place.

Flame opened her legs wide to him and lifted them around his waist and rode with him as he moved rhythmically within her.

She clung to him as he pressed his lips to her throat, and then slid his mouth down to flick his tongue around first one of her nipples, and then the other. Her nipples grew hard at once beneath the wet assault.

Flame’s breath quickened as he swept his arms around her and enfolded her with his solid strength, his hot and hungry mouth on her lips again with an all consuming kiss.

His lips drugging her, she was so close, oh, so close to the ultimate pleasure, which she had only known while with her husband.

She sought his mouth with a wildness and desperation. She cried out against his lips as he shoved his sex more deeply into the yielding silk of her folds, and thrust over and over again into her in a more demanding rhythm. She clung. She sobbed. She floated.

White Fire held her tightly as over and over again he drove in swiftly and surely, the heat building inside him, the pleasure mounting.

His fingers pressed urgently into her flesh as he felt himself drawing close to his release. He gasped. He groaned. He kissed her wildly as he took her mouth by storm.

And then he made one last leap inside her and shuddered his seed into her as a searing, scorching flame shot through him.

He smothered her outcry of passion with his mouth as she, too, reached the peak of her passion.

Afterward, he lay beside her, his face snuggled into her round, thick breasts, his warm breath stirring shivers along Flame’s flesh.

She stroked her fingers through his sleek, black hair. “Darling,” she murmured. “My darling White Fire, I did not know that happiness could be so complete.”

He leaned up on an elbow. His eyes swept over her, and then he gazed into her eyes. “I knew not the meaning of the word ‘happiness’ until I knew you,” he said softly, then twined his fingers through her hair and brought her lips to his again.

She moaned throatily as he once again began to spin his golden web of magic around her.