But the future wasn’t guaranteed, as anyone with no living ancestors knew.
So Sarah leaned toward his gentle kiss, tasting his lips like sipping dew off leaves.
He cupped the side of her face with his hand as his other arm slid around her waist, dragging her closer to where he kneeled beside her.
Sarah’s legs were still tangled in the quilt, and she tumbled off the edge of the chair. Blaze’s arm was around her waist, so her fall was only an instant of levitation before he hammocked her body in his arms and lowered her to the quilt that had fallen around her boots.
The fire in the stone fireplace had caught the fuel logs, and warmth billowed out as he lowered her to the polished pine boards of the floor, spreading the quilt under her back.
“I’m still filthy with mud and horse smell,” she said, fretting that her lack of showering would somehow make sex less pleasantfor him,and then she was instantly pissed for that thought that rendered herself nothing more than a darn tissue.
Blaze muttered near her shoulder, “I’ll turn on the well afterward and heat water. I’ll bathe you so you’re clean while you sleep.I always take care of what’s mine.”
Bittersweet yearning to belong with someone welled up, and Sarah held Blaze more tightly and stretched her neck as his mouth warmed the skin over her pulse.
Each stroke of his hands soothed away the terror of being the target of a loaded gun, caressing the shocked fear out of her muscles and grounding her attention in his hand darting under her sweatshirt to crumple the cup of her bra aside and run the rough calluses of his thumb over her tightening skin. When her back arched from the sensations rocking her, he shoved her sweatshirt up around her neck and took the bare peak in his mouth.
The nebulous vibrations of pleasure concentrated over Sarah’s skin. She stretched and grabbed his shirt, pulling his shirttails out of his belt.
His shirt pleated up his back. Sarah slipped her hands around his waist, his back warming her palms. He bowed above her, and a deep sound growled from his throat. His mouth on her breast roughened, and he sucked harder, a pulling that drew sparks from under her skin toward his lips.
Random jolts of energy writhed her arms and legs as she tried to touch more of him, feel more of him. With the last bite on her nipple that oscillated between pain and sharp pleasure, he reared back on his knees and stripped her sweatshirt off over her head.
The fireplace poured heat over her naked skin, a scorch on her shoulder closer to it, and a chill on her other arm.
Blaze crawled down her body to untie her boots, loosening the laces enough to pop them off her feet and pitch them aside. Once they were gone, he grabbed the thick waistband of the oversized sweatpants she wore and dragged them and her underwear and her socks down her legs and off her body.
Sarah curled up and grabbed his waistband, wrestling to unfasten his belt and pants while he crossed his arms over his torso and flicked his shirt away. He rolled away for the briefest of seconds while she twisted, staring, dazed, and shoved his pants down his legs and shed them and his shoes and socks with one motion. With a quick motion, he swung one knee over her hips and steadied himself with his hand on the chair as his gaze raked over her body.
The low-wattage glow from the solitary lamp and the flickering firelight painted pale gold on his skin, revealing the dark spiderweb of tattoos over his chest, both shoulders and arms, down his abdominal muscles and hips, reaching his knees.
As he stood on his knees above her, the yearning in her body turned to hunger. Sarah licked the deep furrow between his abdominals, first up to his rib cage and then down to the whorl of his navel and the coarse line of hair starting below it, nudging his arousal aside with her chin as she descended.
Blaze’s fists tightened into hard knots, and his body stretched backward as she reached the root of his erection and then licked far, far up, back to the bulbous head of it.
As she took the top of him inside her mouth, the faint earthiness of his natural musk mixed with warm spices of cologne that seemed to impossibly linger on his skin. He groaned, and his massive thigh quivered under her hand where she’d steadied herself.
She pressed her mouth down on him, taking more of his thick length until the wider head hit the back of her throat, choking her, and then Blaze grabbed handfuls of her hair and pulled her off, scrambling to push her down onto the quilt. “Inside you. I’m going to fucking die if I’m not inside you.”
The sonic vibration in her spine and body increased to a scream with wanting him, needing him, and she retracted her legs from between his thighs, trying to wrap herself around his body and his shaft and fill the aching need inside.“Please!”
Blaze twisted, grabbing the nearest duffel bag and practically ripping it open as he unzipped it, plunging his hand inside and coming up with a plastic packet before he chewed one side and ripped it open and jammed the condom onto himself and then was pressing her open, the heat and insistent hardness of him piercing her as she squirmed, lifting her hips and flailing at him, gasps of air roiling through her body.
Despite her pleas fornow, take me, please now,his deliberate penetration of her body was slow, unrelenting. She ground her teeth at the almost unbearable stretching inside, and he murmured, “Good girl. You can take it. Take all of me. Yeah, fuck,that’s a good girl.”
Her arms and legs thrashed as she grabbed onto him, her heels slipping on the quilt and the wooden floor, trying to hold onto his shoulders and his waist because the intimacy fed the craving in her heart.
“You’re mine,and I’m going to fuck you until you know that. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see anything but me. I’m going to fuck you until your entire body knows it’smine.”
His body surged in hers, his rough pushes rocking against her clit. When the quilt shifted underneath her back, Blaze wrapped one arm around her shoulders and held her as he rammed her body with his, every deep thrust and ascending swirl tightened around Sarah, spinning and yet pinning her as she was crushed, and then pulsations boiled up her spine and flooded her body and mind and heart.
She clung to him, crying out and unable to hear herself, a scream into the silent madness of ecstasy.
When the raging storm inside Sarah quieted, as she floated back to the surface of consciousness and gasped a deep breath, Blaze was folded over her, his breathing ragged in her ear as he whispered what a good girl she was, how beautiful she was, how he was never going to let her go.
Without thinking about the repercussions, she whispered, “Do you mean that?”
His soft sigh answered too much, but he said, “Yeah, I mean it because I’m a possessive asshole who doesn’t know where the boundaries are.”
