Page 37 of Bolt's Flame

A bolt of pleasure shot through me as his tongue explored further, coaxing shuddering cries from my lips. His fingers delved inside of me, moving rhythmically with each flick of his tongue. The room was filled with our panting breaths and whispered words, creating an intoxicating sound of pleasure.

And then he was rising up again, pressing kisses to my trembling thighs, trailing upwards until he was hovering over me once more. The intensity in his eyes made my heart skip.

“Bolt,” I breathed, my hands coming to his face as his lips claimed mine once more, his tongue dancing against mine in a sensual tango that sent shivers through my entire body. His hands roamed over me, trailing fire along my skin as they moved to cup my ass cheeks and squeeze them together.

With a low growl, he pulled me closer, lifting my hips off the bed and positioning his thick cock at my entrance. The head of his dick teased my pussy lips, causing me to pant in anticipation.

He pushed forward slowly, inch by glorious inch, filling me up in the most exquisite way possible. My body welcomed him with a moan, and he groaned in response, thrusting deeper into me. His hips pounded against mine in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The friction between our bodies was electric, and I felt every inch of him inside me.

“Fuck,” he growled, slamming into me harder. “That’s it, Fiona. Take it all. Fuck my cock with this sweet, tight pussy.” His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me against his hardness as he pounded into me. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room, and the smell of sex filled the air.

I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt the stretch of his cock inside me. It was incredible, the most intense feeling ever. Bolt’s fingers dug deeper into my hips, holding me in place as he took me with urgency, his lips finding their way back to my neck, sucking and nipping on the soft skin there.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Fiona,” he rasped as his teeth grazed along my collarbone. His breath hitched, and I felt him shudder within me as his pace quickened. “I don’t ever wanna stop touchin’ you.”

I gasped at the sensation, digging my fingers into his back. He growled and rocked against me harder, pushing us both towards the brink. His hot, consuming mouth descended on mine once again, swallowing up any sounds that threatened to escape from my lips.

His thrusts became more frantic, more desperate. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and it spurred me on. I met each of his thrusts with a counter-thrust of my own, our bodies writhing together.

“Your pussy is so damn...” he panted against my ear as his climax neared, until he groaned, “Fuck... Fiona.”

And then we were both lost in the throes of our orgasms, our cries echoing in the dark room as wave after wave of pleasure swept over us. All there was in that moment was him and I—Bolt and Fiona—joined in the most intimate way possible.

Our ragged breathing filled the silence in the aftermath. He collapsed on top of me, his chest rising and falling against mine. Our bodies were slick with a sheen of sweat, a testament to ourrigorous sex. His fingers ran over my skin, eliciting small sparks of tingling pleasure that made me squirm beneath him. I felt him chuckle, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into mine.

My fingers lightly traced over his back, feeling the cords of muscle relax beneath my touch as he started to come down from his high. I whispered his name, causing him to lift his head and look into my eyes. His were darker than before, filled with an indescribable emotion that made my heart beat faster.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from my face with tender fingers. “I don’t ever want to stop touchin’ you.”

My heart pounded in my chest. He was looking at me so intensely, it was like he was seeing right into my soul. I swallowed hard, managing a small smile in response, and said, “I feel the same way.” He grinned back before capturing my lips in another deep and passionate kiss.

He rolled off me then and pulled me into his side. His arms wrapped securely around me, pulling me closer to him. His fingers idly played with strands of hair, twirling them around his fingers.

We lay there together in silence, taking in each other’s presence. Our hearts finally calming to a regular beat. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a sound that was quickly becoming my favorite lullaby. His fingers drew lazy patterns on my back, each stroke sending goosebumps rippling across my skin.

His voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. “How do you feel?” he asked, his words accompanied by the soothing movement of his fingers.

“Almost like a new woman,” I admitted with a soft laugh. “And very happy.” It was the truth; I hadn’t felt this level of contentment in a long time... probably ever.

His smile was evident in his voice as he replied, “I’m glad.” He pressed his lips to my forehead, holding me closer. The simple gesture filled me with a warmth that radiated throughout my entire body.

We laid there together for what felt like eternity, neither of us feeling the need to break the comfortable silence that enveloped us. It was as if time had stopped in this intimate moment between us.

Later, when sleep began pulling at our eyelids, Bolt shifted, pulling the covers over us before pulling me closer to him. The room was cocooned in darkness save for the faint glow from the lamp on the bedside table. The glow illuminated Bolt’s face in a soft, warm light, casting shadows that highlighted his chiseled features. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but he managed a small smile as he looked down at me.

“Sleep now, Fiona,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. His fingers continued their gentle exploration of my skin, tracing aimless patterns that lulled me further into relaxation.

I nodded, burrowing deeper into the warmth of his embrace. I sighed contentedly as I closed my eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt his arms pull me closer and his body wrapped around mine in protective warmth.

My last thought before sleep claimed me was just how perfectly I fit against him; like two pieces of a puzzle coming together after so long apart. I had never known a connection as deep as this, and in the arms of this man, I finally felt safe, cherished.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

THE NIGHT WASheavy, the air thick withthe promise of a storm, but it wasn’t the weather that had my blood boiling.

It washer.

My bitch of a wife.