“Please.”She claws at my shirt as the fire starts to roar, making my dick grow even harder. “I want to feel human again.”
My heartbeat catches from the sheer desperation in her voice. “Anything for you, Thief.”Anything.
Our lips collide, and it’s as if I can hear her walls crumble around her. Salty tears mix into her taste of cherries and ferocity, and my lungs expand to get my fill of her. Each kiss sends another heady thought straight through me, and I kiss her back with the same reverent intensity. The movement of our lips is saying more than words ever could:I’m sorry for everything.I trust you.I need you.Stay.
When she reaches for the bottom of my sweatshirt, I let her pull it off my head. It isn’t lost on me that this is the first time she’s reached for me. Ever since we’ve met, I’ve been the one who crawls to her, wanting whatever scraps she drops along the way. I laid awake at night dreaming about her, wondering what it would feel like to have her smile directed to me. I dreamed that I would be the one she called for, the one she could rely and lean on. And lately, I’ve been imagining what it would be like if she’s the first one who leans in to kiss me. If she’s the one who hugs me and touches me just because she wants to.
Blaze rips off both our gloves and never once falters in grinding her hips against my cock. The dried blood on her skin flakes away with each pass of our bodies.
She whimpers when I break the kiss to flip us around so she’s lying on the vintage rug. “I need to taste you,” I pant against her lips as I undo her bra then tug her pants and panties down.
Moving back, I take a moment to admire my very own fiery little thing: completely bare from the neck down, legs spread, and impatient for me. Every inch of Blaze is—and always has been—stunning: the freckles dotting her chest, the mole on her hips, the red tint of her pebbled skin, the pucker of her swollen lips.
Violent. Deranged. Disastrous.
Perfect.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Blaze.” I’ve barely touched her, and she’s already swollen and raw. I’ll never get over how fucking delicious her pussy looks when she’s dripping wet. A moan tumbles past her lips when I drag my tongue along her wet core. Sweetness explodes on my taste buds as I dive in for more. I knew she'd be my favorite addiction from the moment I met her. Even once I’m six feet deep, I’ll still be craving every part of her. I want to consume her, taste every inch of her until I get sick on it, and then do it all over again.
I circle her nub before kissing her bloodstained skin, living for the way it makes her shudder. The friction of the carpet against my chest stings, but it doesn’t stop me from slipping my tongue into her pussy. Her moans engulf every one of my senses as I bask in the taste of her. I have no idea what I’m doing, but there isn’t a thing about her that I’m not willing to learn. Everything I have to give is hers.
Her hands fly into my hair with a whimper, painfully twisting the short strands through her fingers. She keeps my head steady as she grinds her hips against my waiting tongue. This woman can do whatever she wants to me as long as it makes her feel good.
Curses spill from her mouth as she bucks in an erratic rhythm. She cries out and mutters a string of pleas I can’t make out, and I decide that she’s had enough. I shift from my stomach to my knees,and clamp her hips down with my arm, holding her still. She gnashes her teeth in protest, then her eyes roll to the back of her head when I push my fingers into her warm cunt.
I keep glancing between her and the fire, experimenting as I pummel into her pussy; hooking my fingers, swirling my tongue on her clit, licking up and down, side to side, until she cries when I suck on her nub.
Her claws descend on me, kicking and scratching as I continue my incessant ministrations. The bottom of her cherry tattoo peeks out as she lifts her legs, and I have to stop myself from placing my hand there. The lewd sounds from her pussy, the taste of her, her moans, the heat from the fire, it’s all too much. My cock strains against my jeans, but I can’t reach down to alleviate the tension without letting go.
Her breathing shudders as it quietens, her muscles roiling and tightening around my fingers. “Come for me, baby.” My voice rumbles against her clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath before spasming around me.
Blaze barely gives herself a second to recover before she’s wiggling out from under me. Something about the wild spark in her eyes drops my defenses and allows her to push me onto my back so my head is a foot away from the fireplace.
She yanks my pants down my hips far enough for my cock to spring out. In the span of a single breath, her lips are around my cock, and all of the air punches out of my lungs.
Jesus fuck.
There’s no easing into it. No experimenting. Blaze takes me as far down as she can go as if she’s been starved her entire life and I’m her saving grace.
“That’s my good whore.” I groan, gripping her hair as she moves. She gags but doesn’t let up, gagging and moaning as she twirls her tongue around my beading precum before closing her mouth around me.
“Look at you, choking on my cock,” I muse and push up onto my elbows to get a better view. My legs quiver as she pushes her head down until I touch the back of her throat. She does it over and over, relentlessly, using her bruised hand to pump what she can’t fit. “Pathetic. You can barely handle it.”
Her eyes harden as they tear, taking me further until the muscles in her throat convulse around me. It’s hypnotic watching my cock disappear into her swollen lips. She gags and moans and shudders, but her determination never falters. The orange glow brings out the threads of gold within her hair as if she has a halo of fire. Blue eyes pierce mine, as saliva webs around my cock and drips down her chin like she’s feasting.
“That’s it,” I croon as tears keep streaming down her face.Fuck, the only time this girl is ever allowed to cry is when she’s choking on my cock. Her glassy eyes catch the gleam from the fire behind me. “You can take it.” I wind my fingers in her hand and hold her down as I fuck her mouth, loving the ensuing sounds and her small act of revenge as she digs her nails into my thigh hard enough to break layers of skin. My head tips back with a groan. “If you keep going like this, I’m going to coat your pretty mouth with my come.”
The second I let go of her head, Blaze is on top of me, sliding her soaking pussy along my cock. I latch onto her nipples when her tits close in on my face, and she reaches for the fireplace behind me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, eying the charcoal in her shaking hand.
“Are you mine?” Her breathless words make me still. The corners of her eyes crinkle as tears continue to fall; I only wish I knew why she’s crying. “Kohen, tell me you’re mine.” Desperation bleeds into her voice as she grips the charcoal tighter.
“Every part of me is yours to take, Thief.” I reach up to wipe away her tears and sit upright on the floor to wind my arm around her waist, almost making us eye level. “You haven’t just marked my brain, Blaze. You’re forever engraved into my skin.”
“What if you make me come undone and find nothing there that you want?”
Brushing my lips over hers, I say, “I’ve seen all of you, and you wedge yourself deeper into my soul every time I see more.”
