Page 47 of Forbidden Harvest

“You won’t,” I assure him. “This is... it’s a way of sharing my coping mechanism with you. Making it something beautiful instead of shameful.”

I can see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between his desire to protect me and his need to understand me fully. I step closer, pressing my body against his.

“Trust me,” I murmur, my lips brushing against his ear. “I want this. I want to share this part of myself with you.”

Jared takes a shaky breath, his resolve wavering. “Are you sure?”

I nod, my eyes never leaving his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He studies me for a long moment, searching for any hint of doubt or fear. Finding none, he slowly nods.

“Okay,” he says softly. “But we go slow, and you tell me if you want to stop at any point.”

I smile, relief and excitement coursing through me. “I will. I promise.”

Jared teases me with the dancing flame, running it up and down my arms. It’s an irresistible sensation—the heat, a tickling caress, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“You’re so beautiful, Aria.” Jared’s eyes gleam with desire.

He continues his slow exploration, moving the flame lower, grazing it across the swells of my breasts. The contrast of the heat on my chilled skin ignites my nerve endings.

“Do you like that, baby?” His lips hover over my neck.

“Yes.” I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

Jared’s fingers tease my nipples, and I arch into his touch, begging for more. He knows how to drive me wild, every touch calculated to push me to the brink.

“You’re so responsive, baby sister.” His lips brush mine. “So eager for more.” He pulls away, his eyes glinting with dark desire. “I want to play some more.”

I nod, desperate for the pleasure only he can provide. Jared moves the flame lower, skating it across the plains of my stomach, his gaze burning into mine.

“Please, Jared,” I whisper.

Jared chuckles. “You want more, baby? You want to see what else we can do with fire?”

“Yes, please.”

Slowly, he brings the flame closer to my skin, allowing the heat to wash over me. He teases the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me squirm with anticipation. Then, gently, he runs the flame along the crease where my thigh meets my core.

I cry out at the onslaught of sensations. It’s like my skin is alive, singing with pleasure and pain. The heat combines with the cool air, creating a compelling contrast that has my body thrashing against the bed.

“Please, I need you,” I beg.

He chuckles. “You’re so responsive. It’s like your body was made for this.”

“My body was made for you,” I reply. “Made for your touch.”

With a gentle touch, Jared guides my legs further apart, exposing my most intimate area to the teasing flame. I’mtrembling with anticipation, my body aching. The fire dances closer, the heat intensifying the closer it gets to my core.

Suddenly, Jared blows out the flame. “Wait,” I plead.

“Enough playing with fire, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Time to play with me.”

His fingers trail along my body, igniting a different kind of fire within. Jared teases my nipples, his tongue swirling around them in contrast to the heat of the flame, his hands skimming over my skin, making my breath come out in ragged gasps. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to drive me to the brink of sanity.

“You like that, don’t you?” His lips hover over mine, his thumb circling my clit. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” I reply, my voice hoarse. “Give me more.”

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