Page 36 of Consumed By Fire

“Careful, little Red, I don’t have too much willpower.”

I swallow thickly. My breasts feel heavy. My nipples tighten. That familiar tightening is happening low in my lower belly. “We’re enemies.”

“Enemies who are attracted to one another.” He walks around the pool. It’s like he’s stalking me. His eyes are narrowed. His muscles are bunched.

“You flatter yourself.” Why do I keep saying the same stupid thing?

He laughs. “You want me, Red. You want me inside you. You want to come all over my cock. I know it, and you know it.” He comes to stand right in front of me. So close I can feel his warmth, even though we aren’t touching. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

I can’t do anything of the sort, even though I dearly want to. He isn’t wrong. “You want me, Draiger. You want to put that big cock inside me and fuck me until you can’t remember your own name.”

He lifts his hand; he’s about to cup my jaw.

“Stop!” I whisper, and he does. He pauses, his fingertips mere moments from my skin. “It doesn’t matter what we want or how much we want it. We’re enemies, and as you keep saying, enemies don’t fuck. Not ever!”

He smiles, and my knees almost buckle, which bugs me because I’m not that kind of female. One who goes weak at the knees for a man. It’s never happened before, and I don’t want it happening now. I pull my shoulders back and set my jaw. His smile turns lopsided, which is somehow even sexier. I hate him so damned much.

“I think we should call a truce, Red.” He lowers his hand.

“A truce?” I choke out a laugh. “That’s a good one.”

“I mean it. We call a truce. We get this…whatever this is…out of our systems, and when we leave this cave, we do so as enemies once again. Hopefully, this raging need will have abated. I can’t think clearly right now. I need to be inside you. I need to taste you. It’s wrong…I know it is, but I can’t fucking help it, Red. I can’t move past it. I can’t take the scent of your arousal and how your breasts beg me to lick and suck on them.”

Holy shit!

Shivers run up and down my body. My clit is tight and yet swollen. I am so turned on I’m vibrating.

He leans in, his cheek almost touching mine. “Tell me not to, and I won’t. It would be better if you pushed me away right now. Or we call a truce, and I’ll fuck you out of my system. What do you want, little Red? Tell me.”

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I hope that she pushes me away. That she slaps me for even suggesting such a thing. At the same time, I can scent her sweet pussy. I can smell how wet she is getting just hearing me talk about fucking her.

She wants me just as much as I want her.

“A truce,” she says, her voice husky.

“Yes,” I growl.

“We fuck once. We get this,” she waves her hand between us, “out of our systems and move on as enemies once more. Is that what you’re suggesting?”

“Yes. It’s a terrible idea. You should turn me down. I mean that.” It’s true, I do, but I’m hoping even more that she agrees. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be inside someone more. It’s probably that age-old dilemma of wanting something I can’t have. Make no mistake, Trinity is out of bounds.

“I hate that I’m attracted to you. I hate it so badly. I don’t want this. I don’t want your hands on me…or you inside me.”

“Okay, then.” I take a step back, disappointment hitting me harder than I ever anticipated. It is for the best.

“I hate the idea, but I can’t think of a better one. Here’s the deal: it happens once. Right here and now, and then we’re done. We forget about it, and we move on. It’s not going to mean I have any kind of feelings for you. Don’t think it’ll make me talk because it won’t. I’ll hate you while you’re inside me, and I’ll hate you even more when we’re done.”

“I’m counting on it.” I drop down on my knees before her. I put my hands on her hips.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to lick you out.”

“No. No kissing or fooling around. Just fuck me and get it over with.”

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