Page 53 of Burn for Me

I tsk and shake my head, “Hands on me.”

As if she’s been waiting for this moment, her palms land on my thigh, delicate fingers wrapping around the thick muscle as she stabilizes her balance to repeat the steady roll of her hips.

“Do you feel good? Are you scared? Is it getting so fucking irritating not knowing how you should react that you're getting mad?” I bite out, returning my attention to her fluttering lashes, and the red-hot blush crawls up her neck to the tips of her ears.

I thoughtIwas dangerous, but I was wrong.Thisis dangerous.

“Yes—” the one word comes through a sharp intake of air, and her perfectly manicured nails dig into the fabric of my slacks as a broken whine falls from her lips.

“Everything you're feeling right now is everything I thought I’d never feel again.”

I look at the flames dancing beautifully behind her body. This was never a mission; it was some devil-sent opportunity to force my mind into accepting that she is what Ineed. The pistol shifts in my hand, pulling my attention to hooded golden eyes darting between mine as she leans into the barrel.

“Is it for better or for worse?” She pants like a question. I shift my hips on the couch and inhale deeply with a grin.

She’s tempting death again—playing with the fire she claims to fear. Yet, that common factor returns…it’s for me. Those pants, moans, and whimpers. The light bead of sweat on her brow as her eyes droop.It's all for me.

“You're saying it wrong, Darlin’.” I drop the barrel to press it against her lips, and her eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. I don't know whether it’s from the motion or my words, but she picks up pace, panting through her nose, and my slacks moisten.

“It’s for better or worse. Richer or for poorer. In sickness and in health. Till death do us part, and even after, I’ll burn in hell with you.” I take a deep breath through my nose, gripping at my growing erection as I tap her mouth with the barrel, expecting her to repeat the words.

“I do.” The teasing in her tone and her lopsided lazy grin has my restraint slipping further.

“You keep saying these things, but you don't know what the fuck you're getting yourself into.” I nearly spit the words. She treats this like a walk to heaven as if everything I'm showing her is a bright light leading to the pearly gates. It's not, though. It's a struggle to crawl out of hell as demons tug at your heels and flames scorch your skin.

“Please….”

Furrowing my brows, I chuckle in confusion. Don't get me wrong, I love the begging–it goes straight to my cock, making it throb against my palm–but I never expected to hear the word from her mouth.

“Are you begging me to let you suck my gun while you make yourself come on my leg?” I taunt, tilting my head and dragging the cool steel against her lips.

She hesitates–stilling her hips, and her grip loosens against my leg. It's as if her mind is finally processing the situation and realizing she should never trust a man like me with such a thing. Her palms slide along my thigh until her fingertips barely graze my belt. It seems as if she's preparing to stand, but her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, her hips create a damning rotation, and she sticks her tongue out to drag it up the length.

She does have a bloody death wish.

“Such a little damn devil.” It's embarrassing how the words chop from my heavy breathing as I push the cool metal between her lips, watching the soft flesh wrap around it.

“You’re just as fucked in the head as I am,” I mutter, and her lips pull to the tip of the pistol allowing me to quickly pull back the slider, loading a bullet into the chamber. The soft click has her moaning, sending the vibrations against the metal into my palm.

“And I don’t know if I should be thanking God or cursing the devil for it.”

With a quiet curse under my breath, I palm at my dick. If she sucks a barrel like it's a bloody lollipop, then I can only imagine how hard she’d blow me. I can see it now, my fist in her hair and drool pooling at the corners of her mouth as I fuck into her throat.

Tilting my head back against the cushion, I’m almost tempted to let my eyes close so I can live in the fantasy, but the rough texture of her nails grazing the skin under the hem of my slacks has my arm darting out to grip her wrist.

“What do you think you're doing?”

She smiles, breaking her mouth from the barrel to lick her way towards the handle. Please, devil, give me strength because denying a look like that is sinful.

“Oh no, Darlin’. After the shit you’ve pulled, you’re going to make a mess on my leg before I eventhinkabout letting youtouch my cock.” I laugh, and a red-hot blush crawls up her neck and cheeks as she whines. To prove a point, I tuck my dick into the waistband and relax back to watch her through a hooded gaze. Her breaths come out in shallow pants, and her lashes flutter as her eyes roll. It’s a sight I'll never get used to, but I'll always enjoy seeing it. Especially when she brings her hands to clasp over mine so that hot mouth can get back to work on my pistol.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” She barely gets to nod before she's gagging from the way I shove the barrel into the back of her throat. It's as if she's levitating with how tense her body goes, making her lift off my leg only to lower back down.

“Fuck, just look at that.” I groan, pulling the gun away to push it under the hem of her dress and draw it up around her waist. She continues to ride out her orgasm, each rock of her hips smearing her come along my black pants. I tilt my head to the side, examining how the thin red material has turned a dark maroon, and her thighs tremble as she tries to hold herself upright.

“There’s my wife,” I mutter as I run my tongue over my canine and look her over again. I'm sure she's still sore from the fall and likely exhausted from the night, but I can't care now. She looks amazing, glowing with her flushed skin and a sheen layer of sweat on her brow.

Tossing the weapon onto the cushion, I grab her jaw to crush my mouth into hers. Nipping at her bottom lip, I force my tongue between her teeth until she's humming into the kiss.

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