My eyes widened. “What? Why?”
“You heard me.” His voice was steady and rumbling through the quiet night. “No railing. No wings. Just me as I bury myself inside of you.”
My wings twitched inside of my skin at the order, the instinct to brace against the air automatic, but I forced them still. Even as the idea made adrenaline lick at the edges of my nerves, I could see it in his face: this wasn’t a game for him. This was intentional.
Perhaps to show I could give up the control I was holding onto so tightly with everything going on around us.
I could play this game.
My hands lifted slowly and came to rest lightly on his shoulders.
“There,” I murmured, the word barely a breath. “Happy?”
He didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he dropped to his knees.
My eyes widened as his intention became clear. He expected me to trust him as he devoured me at the same time.
He settled between my legs and drew them over his shoulders with practiced ease. My whole body tilted slightly from the shift in weight, balance tipping forward, but his hands locked around my thighs in a firm, protective grip.
The sudden rush of vulnerability sent a tremble through me.
My hand slid into his hair, the other curling instinctively over his shoulder, anchoring me to him.
He looked up from between my thighs, murmuring, “You trust me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, without hesitation.
I shifted slightly on the stone ledge beneath me, aware now of how exposed I really was as lights from other homes on the street caught in my peripheral vision. The night air kissed my skin, and the realization crept up my spine like a warning. I trusted him to keep me safe, but there was nothing stopping others from seeing us.
“This is…very public, though,” I murmured, eyes flicking around. “What if someone hears us? Or looks over?”
His hands tightened around my thighs, and his gaze stayed locked on mine, his voice rough as gravel and full of heat. “I hope they do,” he said. “Let them hear you fall apart for me. Let them see who makes you come undone. Let them remember that you’re mine, My Fire.”
My breath stalled, the possessiveness in his voice crackling straight through me. I knew the likelihood of them seeing the details of this were low considering the darkness of the night, but with the illumination from the moon, stars, and light from my bedroom spilling out here, the chances weren’t at zero.
He didn’t wait for my response, instead his mouth found me in a single, devastating stroke. His tongue dragged across my pussy with aching, deliberate pressure. I gasped, spine arching, and hands tightening on him with the spark of pleasure.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me like a tremor.
Stars blurred above as my focus tunneled to him and the way he made my body sing. My legs trembled, but he held me steady—his grip firm, unyielding, reverent.
I moaned softly and his responding growl sent a new wave of heat rolling through me.
“You taste like the Creator made you just for me,” he muttered against me, voice ragged and thick with lust. “Sweet and like fire. Addictive.”
“Niz—” My voice broke, legs trembling as he sucked gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves, then flattened his tongue and licked up again. I bit down on a gasp, my fingers tangling in his vibrant hair.
He didn’t relent as my hips ached to move and reach the approaching pinnacle. His mouth moved with a kind of hunger that bordered on worship. He licked again, slow and unhurried, and then circled his tongue with devastating precision, coaxing the heat that had been simmering low in my belly into something molten and urgent.
My hands fisted in his hair, trying to ground myself against the dizzying pleasure, but he didn’t even flinch. He moaned against me, the vibration ricocheting straight through my core, making my thighs quiver around his shoulders.
“Please,” I gasped, half a prayer, half a plea.
His grip on my thighs tightened just enough to hold me steady, and then he tilted his head slightly, changing the angle, the rhythm, until I felt myself breaking apart under the force of him. His tongue circled my clit, lips sealing around it as he sucked with fevered, consuming focus. And just when I thought I might tip over the edge, he pulled back to press his mouth lower again, his tongue teasing within my pussy, tasting and coaxing me back up to the brink.
The stars above were nothing compared to the explosion of sensation building inside me.
The cool stone beneath me no longer existed. The breeze, the night, the world—it all fell away. There was only this: his mouth, his hands, his breath hot against my skin as he worked me open with the kind of attention that made me feel like I was the center of the entire fucking universe.
