Page 30 of Dark Fire Kiss

My hoarse cry echoed around the room.

Fire licked over my skin. Sizzling and twisting.

I wasn’t going to last much longer. My cock throbbed against my stomach, a thick bead of liquid at the tip. Gods, I was going to come like this. I didn’t even need to touch my shaft.

He lifted his head and guided my legs back down.

“You bastard,” I groaned, letting my head flop back. “I was right there.”

He flashed an unrepentant grin. “You’re not getting off that easy.” He put a big palm on my hip and urged me onto my stomach. “Don’t move.”

As if I could. I lay in a limp puddle with my heartbeat pounding in my cock. He left the bed, then returned seconds later and covered my body with his.

I groaned as warm, heavy male pressed me deeper into the bed and his cock prodded my ass. He didn’t enter me, though. Merely stoked my need higher by gliding his shaft up and down my crease, teasing my clenching entrance as he trailed a line of kisses up my neck before murmuring in my ear. “I’m going to milk you. Then I’m going to fuck you.”

His sultry promise, spoken in a voice like gravel, set a blowtorch to my senses. I clenched my fists in the bedding and gasped, “Do it.”

“The right answer.” He kissed my jaw. “On your knees, baby.” He moved fast, tugging my hips back and stuffing a pillow under my stomach. And when his rigid dick trailed precum across the back of my thigh, I knew he was just as on edge as I was.

But Bram was a master of control. He wouldn’t let either of us come until he was ready, and that knowledge had me gritting my teeth as I lifted my ass high and pressed my flushed cheek into the bed.

“This is a gorgeous view,” he said in a voice thick with appreciation. Then he pulled my dick backwards between my thighs and sucked me from behind.

Gods. For one blazing moment, I couldn’t think or react. Couldn’t breathe. I became pleasure—my whole body contracting at the feel of his hot mouth sliding up and down my cock. His tongue swirling and stroking. His big hand working my shaft as he blew me. He kept at it for a few intense, glorious seconds, sucking me hard from root to tip. My balls tightened, my orgasm gathering. Just as I tensed to come, he released me, letting my dick thump, aching and unfulfilled, against the pillow.

“Fuck,” I groaned, miserable and shivering. I pushed my hips forward, ready to fuck the pillow if I had to. “Can’t take anymore.”

I couldn’t see him, but I heard the smile in his voice when he said, “You always say that.” There was the soft click of a lube cap, and then his suddenly slick finger pushed inside me. He twisted it deep and added another, expertly finding that magical spot that made pleasure come roaring back.

My cock leaked. A tingling started in my toes and spread up to my thighs. I clawed at the bedding, my breath coming in gasps as mind-bending ecstasy rushed toward me.

“Let go,” he murmured, massaging my gland with two firm fingers. As fluid began to flow from my cock, he gave a throaty growl. “There it is, babe. Let it all out.”

I hardly heard him, caught up as I was in the quiet, steady release he milked from me. It was wholly different from a typical orgasm. This was no quick and violent burst of pleasure. Rather, it was a slow, earth-shattering stream—and even hotter because he controlled it, his carnal massage wringing me dry. As my ejaculate flowed, a buzzing, pleasure-laced current started at my toes and shivered all the way to my head. I couldn’t move—could only lie there and moan while his fingers worked their magic and my dick soaked the pillow.

When I was spent and shuddering, he eased his fingers from my body and maneuvered me onto my side. I drifted for a moment, vaguely aware of him tossing the pillow away and then spreading lube over his cock. He settled behind me, his chest to my back, and pulled my ass snugly against his hips. “You okay?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck.

I twisted so I could see his face, and I wanted to smooth the little frown between his brows. He always worried about pushing me too far. I could never quite convince him that simply wasn’t a possibility. “Never fucking better.”

He gave a soft huff of laughter and then kissed me—a slow and easy glide of his tongue against mine. When my heart was racing again, he slid a hand down my hip. “Speaking of fucking...”

“Aye,” I rasped. “Give it to me.”

He pulled my thigh up and placed it atop his. Then he gripped my hip and sheathed himself in one fluid stroke. Prepped from his fingers, I took him easily, and we both groaned when he withdrew a few inches and then slammed back home.

My breath shuddered out, and new goosebumps rushed over my skin. We stared at each other, our gasps mingling as he rocked into me, sliding over my prostate and lighting me up all over again.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

His slow, sexy grin stole my breath. “We really have to work on your vocabulary.”

I huffed. “It’s your fault. I can’t think when you feel this good.”

He tunneled a hand under my shoulders and slung his forearm across my chest, pulling me more tightly against him. “You feel better,” he whispered, his breath hitching with his thrusts. “So tight. So perfect. I can’t get enough. It’s never enough.”

If I’d been capable of stringing words together, I would have told him the same. But coherent thought deserted me as desire blistered a hot path through my veins. His cock drove deep, and even though I’d just come, my own dick hardened again. I reached for it, moaning loudly as I began to stroke myself. My voice was a breathless plea. “I need…”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his eyes so heavy-lidded only a sliver of emerald showed through. “Keep pumping that beautiful cock and I’ll get you there. You’re going to give me every last drop.”

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