Page 214 of Forged in the Fire


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So I took it.

I gripped onto her beautiful face as I rocked into her.

Brinley fully surrendered, taking the outsides of my thighs and hanging on as she let me have my way.

“Brinley…fuck me. Fuck me. So good. So good.” It tumbled out of me on a torrent.

A confession.

Truth that she had done me in. That I didn’t understand any of this and I wanted a piece of it, anyway.

Sweat slicked my skin as I pounded harder.

A claiming.

Possession.

Brinley was moaning and squeezing her thighs together as the energy crashed and thundered.

A storm.

This hurricane we had no chance of stopping.

A flashfire that had come from out of nowhere.

“Wildfire,” I choked, body bowing as a dam somewhere inside me broke.

It was a complete rendering as I split.

“Brinley.” Her name was nothing but a roar as an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever felt before ruptured from within.

Cock pulsing and pouring as I fractured apart.

She took me as far as she could as I trembled and shook. Woman lapping and licking me through the oblivion.

Some secret part of me cracked open wide as I stared down at the pandemonium that she was.

Turmoil and longing and a wild, free heart.

Eyes a vortex of desire that sucked me down to the pits of who she was. A mirrored screen that gave view to the fiery desperation that had written her in strength and obstinacy.

All while it was so blatantly obvious that need still pounded through her bloodstream.

Stirred back up by what she had given me.

I had her swept off the floor and propped on the edge of her desk before either of us could make sense of the action.

In a flash, I was on my knees and spreading her thighs and shoving her undies aside so I could get to the sweetness underneath.

Mouth delving deep into the sweet heat.

Eating her like she was my last meal, wondering if there was a chance that I could have the same kind of impact on her as she had on me.

Her hands jerked at my hair as my name was whimpered from her tongue.

“King. King.”

Except it was that nickname that she’d given me, and my chest was stretching to the point of pain, heart trying to break free of its confines.