Ember’s breath catches in her throat when I close the small blind on the door window. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time for your fire drill, Miss Sparks.” I stalk towards her, shedding my turnout coat, my cock already at half-mast beneath my uniform.
She places the flowers on her desk and scans the classroom, her fingers scratching her neck. “I was justkidding. I thought we could just eat lunch together or something.”
“Oh, I’ll be eating lunch.” I walk over to the window and unhook the blind, letting it drop to the sill, dimming the room. “I’ve been dying to snack on you, pumpkin.” The fire in my veins is bubbling as I prowl towards her.
She leans against her desk, her crutch tucked under her arm. “Drake, we can’t?—”
“Shhh.” I brush my lips against her heated cheeks while I let my hands roam over her curves in a knee-length button-down dress. “Flint says no public displays of dragonry in the gymnasium, but he said nothing about the classroom.”
Her chest rises and falls against mine as I pepper kisses along her neck.
I dip to reach the hem of her dress and walk my fingers up her thigh until I reach her knickers. “You’re so fucking hot, Em.” Before she can speak, I crush my lips to hers, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth and taking what I need, lapping up every moan and whimper that belonged to me last night.
My fingertips tease the elastic of her knickers and find her seam wet and wanting. “I need to taste you. I’ve done nothing but think about this pussy all morning.”
She gulps, checking her surroundings one more time. “Here?”
“Here.” I hoist her onto the desk, lifting her dress. A dark patch of wetness seeps through her red lace knickers and fuck me she looks hot in these but I need to have her bare. “Take these off. I want to play with my food before I eat it.”
“Drake. You’re gonna get me fired.” But despite her words, she leans back on her elbows and lifts her bottom.
I hook my fingers around the fabric and yank herknickers off until they drop from her knees, catching on the cast on her foot. My mouth waters at the sight. A neatly trimmed patch of fiery hair covers her plump little pussy. Her thick folds hide her clit like buried treasure, and I waste no time in hunting for it with my tongue.
She sucks in a breath as my tongue slides along her seam, carrying her slickness. “Drake—Holy—Drake—Oh.”
I press my palms against her inner thighs, pinning her in place while I feast on her pussy. Her fingers run through my hair, her hand pushing me harder against her. I suck on her clit, loving how her body trembles and the small whimpers she’s making sound desperate, as if she’s trying her best to keep from crying out.
I should have waited till I had her in my bed where we could take our time, explore each other properly, no need to be quiet or hold back, but with Harold and May on holiday today until the end of the week, it’s not likely to happen anytime soon, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I want to kiss your pussy until you come, but I need to be inside of you, Em. I can’t wait another second.” I straighten my spine as I unzip my cargo pants, her arousal coating my face. “Tell me you want this too.”
“I want you, Drake.” She gazes up at me from her position, leaning back on the desk on her elbows. “But I don’t know if it will fit. It’s been a long time.”
“I’ll be gentle.” I fist my erection, my gaze searching the room for my coat, knowing I put a condom in there.
“What’s wrong?” she says, a crease between her brow.
“Condom.” I pat my trousers, searching for my wallet.
“You don’t need one with me.” She gazes into my eyes, hers full of vulnerability. “I mean, you won’t get me pregnant and… well, it’s been like 84 years. I’m clean. I trust you are too.”
“Em.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I don’t sleep around. The last person I was with was…” I swallow another lump, like swallowing the guilt of what I’m about to do. “Last time was with Elise, my wife.” Saying her name out loud releases a weight from my shoulders I didn’t even realise was there.
Ember reaches up and strokes my cheek with the gentlest touch, burning away the guilt. “It’s all right. I don’t want to replace her as your wife or your daughter’s mum. You have enough love and fire in your heart for the both of us.”
“Pumpkin.” I dip my head and crash my lips to hers, then, the head of my cock seeks her heat, her slickness guiding me into her as if her body’s been waiting, calling me home, and now welcoming every inch of me with heat I thought I’d never feel again.
Guilt tries to claw at me, but Ember’s touch chases it away. This isn’t replacing Elise. This is me learning I can love again. Every thrust, every breath, every sound she whimpers from her lips makes me feel alive.
“Drake,” she whispers my name against my lips, cracking me wide open. “You make me feel like I’m not broken anymore.”
I thrust deeper, my forehead pressed to hers, swallowing the breathless sounds that escape her. The room reduced to the soft scrape of paper beneath us and the distant hum of heating. Every movement is a promise and a confession. Every small sound she makes brings me closer to something I hadn’t realised I’d been looking for. Love. Family. Home.
“You were never broken, just a fire left to go out unattended. But with me, we can keep each other burning,” I rasp, every word torn from the depths of me. “Sometimes the fire just needs a hand to get going again.”I press my lips to hers, tasting cinnamon and something sweeter.
Her hands frame my face, thumbs brushing away sweat and shadows. “You really are my hero, Drake. I’m falling in love with every part of you. Including your daughter and your past and everything about you.” Her words set off a spark chasing a long-dormant flame, and suddenly it isn’t just my body moving inside her—it’s my soul clawing back to life. Her heat grips me, sears me, and all the ash I’ve carried disintegrates under the firestorm we’ve lit together.
