Page 47 of Consumed By Fire

“All good.” His voice is deep and thick.

I follow the natural contours of his muscles until I finish, and then I move onto his arms, which, despite being relaxed at his sides, are still packed with hard muscle.

He could probably do the rest himself, but I’m enjoying touching him, so I continue. After taking in a deep breath, I slide my hands over his ass, and it’s all muscle there, too. Oh, so good to squeeze. His legs are long and thick and as hard as steel. His chest has a smattering of hair. My breath catches a little in my throat as I rub my hands across his pecs, feeling his nipples harden beneath my touch. His eyes are on me.

I turn and grab more shower gel. I’m breathing a little too rapidly for the small amount of exertion. I’m sure if he tried to, he would be able to hear my heart beating out of my chest. There is a light smattering of hair that leads down from his belly button to…his very erect cock.

Holy moly.

My mouth goes dry.

“Your hands feel good,” he tells me.

I glance up at him, and his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. His jaw is tight. I love that he is aroused even in his weakened state. Next, I slide my hands up and down his legs.

“I think I can take it from here,” he says, his voice husky.

I shake my head. “You’re injured.”

“I’m fucking dying right now.”

“Exactly. You need me,” I husk out, biting my lower lip.

I take more soap so that there’s extra lather. I use one hand to palm his balls while I wrap the other around his thick girth. I keep my gaze on his. His eyes turn hazy, and his jaw tightens. Then his cock jerks, and he hisses.

“I do need you.” His Adam’s apple works, and his erection throbs beneath my fingers as I slide them up and down his length. “Your touch…” His voice is filled with surprise. “It’s so damned good.” Octane emits a low growl that has my insides turning to mush.

He rocks his hips forward as I slip my hand back down his long length. His eyes close, and his head falls back. He groans softly.

I want him to come. This time, I want to taste him. I know that I will have to go back to Mistveil soon. I can’t stay. I don’t belong on Draig, but for right now, I have this. Octane is alive. He almost died saving me.

I go down on my knees and gently push him back a step so that water cascades over him, washing away the soap.

His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open for half a second.

“No, you don’t have to…” he says, stepping out from under the spray. “Really…you…” His words turn into a snarl as my lips close over his head. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” He touches the back of my head ever so gently.

I giggle. I can’t help it. His reaction is…sweet.

I swirl my tongue over the tip before sucking lightly. A low growl erupts from him.

“Oh…Trinity… Holy shit!” His hips rock gently. His hands are now fisted at his sides. I take him deeper, as far as he will go. His head hits the back of my throat. He makes the cutest little grunting noise as I pull back. A drop of pre-cum hits my tongue. It’s salty and delicious. I swirl my tongue over his tip again and then circle his rim. I glance up, and his beautiful golden eyes stare back; they soften for a moment before darkening with desire. Every muscle on his hard body is corded and ready.

He's devastating. I can’t take my eyes off him.

I take his heavy sac in my hand while I take his cock deep inside my throat again. Octane groans, and my insides tighten…my skin, too. I want him so badly. Using the tips of my fingers, I massage the sensitive area of skin directly behind his balls and suck his head at the same time.

“Female…” A warning…a plea? There is only one way to find out. I do it again. He grunts, twining his fingers through my hair. “You have a wicked mouth.” His hips jerk as I take him again. “I love it.”

He grunts, letting me go and fisting his hands again. Octane growls low, like he’s trying to hold on.

“I’m going to…” he rasps. “I’m nearly…” he grunts. “You should stop if—” He grits his teeth.

Instead of stopping, I pick up speed. His body turns to stone. Octane groans as hot cum spurts into my mouth. To think he wanted me to stop? Forget that. I swallow him down in greedy gulps. Just when I think he is done, another hot spurt hits the back of my throat. He growls softly, threading both hands through my hair in a gentle caress that is at odds with the vision he portrays. I slow, easing up on the level of suction. Then I stop, looking up at him.

“You’re amazing. You know that, right?”

I lick my lips. “I enjoyed that,” I tell him, meaning every word.