Page 49 of Consumed By Fire

I look down at her, at how her chest rises and falls. At how relaxed she is. How fucking beautiful she is with her hair black and glossy about her shoulders. Her skin is soft and smooth. Her—

“You really shouldn’t look at me like that, Draiger,” she says in a groggy voice. A lazy smile slowly forms on her full lips. Her lashes flutter open, and she looks up at me with her big chestnut eyes. They’re so expressive, just as beautiful as she is. I’m mesmerized. I can’t look away. I don’t want to.

“And how exactly was I looking at you, Little Red?”

“Like you might want to…I don’t know,” she shrugs a shoulder, “eat me.”

“That would be correct.”

She laughs softly, but the sound dies a quick death on her lips as I lean in, hesitating just a breath away from her mouth. This would be crossing a line, but I find that I don’t care. The outcome will be the same, whether I kiss her or not. No! I take that back; it won’t be the same. To go through life without knowing the taste of her lips, the feel of them against mine would be a terrible shame. One I aim to correct and right now.

I cup her jaw, my gaze dropping to her mouth, and then I close the distance between us, my lips brushing against hers ever so gently. She sighs, her hand resting on my cheek. I pull back slightly, changing the angle but holding back for a few beats.

She gazes at me, questioning, longing, and then she leans forward, her mouth seeking mine once more. This time, there is no hesitation. Our lips come together with a burning passion. Her fingers trace the stubble on my cheek before threading through my hair and caressing my scalp, which sends what feels like electric sparks up and down my spine.

I deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing together, exploring each other. She moans. I moan harder, rolling her onto her back. I start to cover her body and then remember her belly and flip us over so that she is the one on top, the one in charge.

She leans in and takes back my mouth, her nipples abrading my chest.

I grip the back of her head, my fingers twisting through her hair, pulling her closer. I kiss her hungrily, our tongues mingling in a primal dance that does things to me. We kiss until our breaths come in ragged gasps that fuse together.

She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine; they are filled with desire and longing. “This is a mistake,” she whispers.

“Maybe,” I tell her, my voice rough with need. “But I can’t deny that I want you. That I need you. You want me too.” I keep my eyes on her.

“You know I do, but that doesn’t make it right.” She kisses me again, and despite her words, it’s harder this time, her passion matching my own. Her hands roam over my body, exploring, touching, learning. I caress her back; her skin is warm and smooth beneath my fingers, and her heart races against my chest.

I knead her ass, groaning at how fucking amazing her flesh feels in my hands. How perfect. Then I slide my hand between us, find her clit with my finger, and rub on it ever so gently.

She gasps, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“You know exactly how to touch me,” she whispers, her voice a little more than a hoarse whisper.

I keep slipping and sliding over her little nub, loving how she arches her back. Her nipples are tight, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are closed.

“Take me,” she pants. “Please.”

I need to be inside her so badly that I’m practically vibrating with the need. I position myself at the entrance to her slick folds.

Her eyes lock onto mine. She leans in and kisses me as I push into her, feeling her heat envelop me. Trinity moans softly with each gentle thrust. I breathe in deeply; the scent of her arousal is utterly intoxicating. Once I am seated inside her, I begin to thrust up into her, my fingers digging into the flesh of her lush hips.

Trinity gives a choked cry. I cup her face and kiss her, watching her. Her eyes open, locking with mine. She rocks into me, her breathing hitching.

Our bodies move together in a frenzied dance of passion. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her breasts bounce and sway as she takes what she needs from me. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in all of my days. I’m lost in this moment, in her, and nothing else matters.

As we continue, I can see that she’s close. I can feel it. Her breaths are coming faster, her body tightening around me. I thrust harder, pushing into her with punchy jerks of my hips that have her crying out.

I’m making one hell of a noise, too. Grunts, groans, and growls. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything right now except her. This woman…Trinity.

Her eyes go wider. Her breaths come in gasps.

I find her clit again, and I rub on it using the pad of my thumb. Her mouth falls open as her back arches; then she is bouncing on my cock like she owns it. She yells my name as her pussy tightens around me. My balls pull tight, and I roar as I spill my seed into her hot channel. I keep rubbing on her clit, easing off slightly. Trinity milks me. Her pussy spasms around me in a way that has me seeing whole fucking solar systems.

I choke out her name as we come down, rocking into each other. Sweat beads on my brow.

She puts both her hands on my chest and leans forward. There’s a look of concern on her face. “Shit! Did I hurt you?”

I laugh. “Why would you think that?”