Page 66 of Burn for Me

“I’m not…” I respond with more force than I intend. I take a breath and lean back in, trying to convey how complicated my thoughts are.

“I just—” She kisses me.

“I don’t—” I kiss her back, raising my hand to cup the side of her neck, feeling her pulse against my skin.

“I can’t.” I curse softly against her lips, struggling to find the words, but I come up short because she’s doing exactly what I need—calming my mind and easing my thoughts.

“Show me.” She mutters against my mouth, and I give an approving growl as her hands weave into my hair. I kick the door behind us when my hands are steady enough to push through the barrier. We’re a tangle of limbs; she kicks off her heels and tugs at my belt while I pull away slightly to trace my mouth along her jaw, desperately tearing at her blouse. Buttons pop off and clatter to the floor around the mantle as her back collides with the surface.

“Do you still trust me?” My voice is muffled against her skin as my hands slip beneath the loose fabric at her waist. I want to memorize every inch of her body like it's a file that will keep my mind occupied, but the jagged outline protruding from her skirt makes me pause.

Thank the devil she didn’t fucking stab me earlier. I chuckle at the thought.

"You could hold a flame in front of me, and I would gladly lick the match because I know you would never let anything hurt me—exceptfor you." With a smile, she nudges the switch with herelbow, sending flames erupting in the fireplace as if to make her point.

“Strip,” I growl, pulling the blade from beneath her skirt. I step back to admire my beautiful fallen angel in all her messy glory. It’s mesmerizing to see her battered blouse hanging from her shoulders as she tries to step toward me, her hair tousled in every direction. Yet, somehow, it still doesn’t feel like enough.

“What’s your safe word?”

She pauses, and a flicker of fear flashes across her features as I twirl the object between my fingers. Her eyes dart toward it.

“Red.” she purrs, regaining her composure as she tosses her shirt aside. I begin to circle her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, but I pause when she kicks off her skirt and reveals a deep maroon mark peeking from beneath her underwear.

“These too,” I say, slipping the blade handle into the band above her hip, allowing her fingers to hook into the lace and draw the marking more into view.

“Still too many clothes,” I mutter to myself, tilting my head while dragging the steel up her spine until it’s under her bra.

“You’re still fully dressed, so—” Jasmine gasps, breaking her sentence as the blade breaks through the fabric.

“Sam Morana! My bra!” She yelps as I step back and twist the knife in my palm.

“I fuckin’ love it when you sayourname, but it would sound even better if you’d get on your hands and knees.”

“I liked that one. It matched my tattoo.” she taunts. I quickly grip her jaw, making her lashes flutter, and a gorgeous whine escapes her lips from the force.

“Careful, darlin'. I’m trying to control myself right now,” I warn.

“Don’t,” she replies, trying to step closer, but I tighten my hold. I’ll never understand how she can make me feel so comfortable touching her like this, holding her in thesepositions. Unfortunately, I don’t have another soul to sell to find out why.

I gently kiss her lips, and she breathes me in as if it calms her. Just as I let her go, she turns and drops to her knees. It's as if she's in a trance—sitting back on her heels while the orange hues illuminate the pulse in her throat—entirely captivated by the sight before her.

"Give me all you have," she mutters. I step behind her, lowering myself to my knees.

“The good, the bad, the ugly.” she continues, her shoulders relaxing under my caress as I move lower to massage her rib cage.

“And Imightlet you worship me at my fiery altar.” She finishes, and I suck the back of my teeth. It’s as if she wants to test me right now, knowing she’s already pushed my emotions too far.It feels like she’s begging me to snap.

Gently, I slide my palm over the irritated skin along her spine, where the blade has barely grazed her. She leans forward, resting her head against the carpet. I’ll correct her in a moment, but for now, I’m too intrigued by the little artwork she has created on herself. It’s amusing how she acts out to spite me.

I tut, pulling down the waist of my slacks until my throbbing cock is bobbing against her thigh. “Hips higher in the air.”

She obeys and arches her back to where her arse is spread, and I’m able to get a full view of her pussy weeping for me. Rubbing my hand over the plump flesh, I stop, and my fingers flex over the tattoo as my wedding band rests perfectly on it.

“Have you ever lied to me?”

“No!” Her eyes are drawn over her shoulder instantly, and she looks at me like the idea floors her. I hum in response, and cock throbs as I drag it through her lips to coat myself in her arousal.

“I never want you to feel like you have to prove yourself to me.” I rock, bumping my tip against her cunt.

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