Burn (Virtues & Lies 1)

I’m trying so hard to do as he’s told me, but it’s impossible. I have to expel some of the heated tension or I’m afraid I might disintegrate in his hands.

Pressing his thumb deeper, he curls it at the same time as his finger rounds my clit and his teeth sink into the soft flesh between my hips.

I’m incapable of making heads or tails of what’s happening. My body is shaking, my muscles are clenching, and my nerves are detonating. I feel like I’m free-falling from the greatest height. Like I’m shattering into a million pieces, and somehow, I have never felt safer or whole.

When he removes his hand from me, I want to claw it back. My breathy complaint crackles in the air above me as my limbs fumble to do as my brain commands. Finally opening my eyes, I find Leo braced over me.

Elbows sinking deeper into the mattress on either side of my head, his eyes are so soft as he brushes my hair from my face. I’m finding it impossible not to melt right into him. The way his gaze searches my face, it reminds me of the night we met.

From the moment my gaze landed on Leo, I was doomed to fall for him.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice trembling like my limbs.

I don’t know what I should tell him. I don’t know the expected thing to say right now. My brain is struggling to clear the haze from my orgasm.

“You told me to stop thinking.”

“So I did,” murmuring, he dips his head and his lips lightly ghost mine as I run my fingers through his messy hair.

There’s nothing like his kiss, and as his tongue searches every contour of my mouth, the brand new taste makes me hesitate at first. But then it occurs to me that this new sweet, salty and warm flavour is us mixed together and I am overcome by my greed for it.

I want to lick him clean of it so that I can have it all, and at the same time I want him to keep it on him, as a reminder of this moment.

Letting my fingers trail down the parallel scars between his shoulder blades, I continue to luxuriate in the feeling of his tongue duelling with mine as one of his hands wraps around my thigh. The feel of him so hard between my legs makes me shudder.

My heart thrums impossibly fast, so fast that my vision is clouding at the edges as Leo grazes and nips at my lips before kissing down to my neck. I don’t know what it is about his lips on that part of me. I have no idea what it is about his warm breath tickling my skin right there, behind my ear, but it makes me writhe. It makes me want to break myself wide open for him.

“You’re so beautiful, Cass.” Leo rasps into my ear, his chest pressing into mine as he reaches between us with one hand, the other still keeping my thigh hitched on his hip.

“Too fucking beautiful.” He says, positioning himself at my entrance.

My chest heats with panic and excitement all at once, because I know it’s going to hurt and not only does the idea of the pain fill me with trepidation, but it thrills me. I want this so badly, and yet my want of this experience pales in comparison to my want and need of Leo.

Pressing bluntly to me, he moves his hand from between us and the pressure increases until I feel him slip the smallest bit inside me.

His groan vibrates all the way down my body, making the sting of his intrusion welcome, so welcome that when he hoists my other thigh over his hip, I moan a little at the way he slips a little deeper.

The building discomfort makes my eyes sting. This pain is inexplicably unique, it has me begging for more with every one of my cells.

My hands slip down Leo’s back to his arse, and squeeze as I try to pull him deeper into me.

“Fuck, Cassie, stop!” Growling, he takes my wrists, pinning them above my head. His forearms brace on either side of my arms and as my legs wrap around him he thrusts once.

It’s hard, fast, and brutal. It doesn’t just push the air out of my lungs, it makes me cry out loud, hoarsely.

Tears slip down my temples as he pulls out and pushes back in with the same unrelenting force. Again, and again until the searing pain morphs into a needy buzz that has me tightening my legs around him.

“Good girl,” he moans into my neck, pulling out brusquely and then slamming back inside me with a blunt force that makes me groan.

Fuck!

My extremities lose their strength, and in my head, I am incoherently trying to make sense of what is happening. I didn’t expect to enjoy the pain, but I do. I like the way it bites at my insides, threatening to tear me apart but never quite doing it.

It’s a promise that never delivers in a most torturously addictive way.

Kissing and sucking up my throat to my lips, he licks into my mouth hungrily. The twist of his tongue mimicking that of his hips. I feel the rumble of my orgasm vibrate deep inside me, and the louder it becomes the deeper and faster I desperately want him to take me.

Abandoning my mouth, he trails the tip of his nose over my cheek so slowly that it feels like pure torture. I don’t know why, but his gentleness makes me beg for more of the ache he’s so good at making me feel.