Page 67 of Burn for Me

“I’ve always seen you.” Sliding back forward, I graze her clit drawing out a sweet moan, and her head falls forward.

“But I do want you to do one thing.” I grin, curling her hair against the knife as I jerk her back so she has no choice but to either look at her fear or me.

“Say, please.” Gripping the base of my cock and aligning my swollen tip with her weeping core, she tries to rock back as her breathing shallows.

"Ask your husband nicely to let you look at the fire in your eyes while I fuck you into hell." I taunt, but it turns into a groan when she slides her knees against the floor, spreading herself wider. The motion catches me off guard, so I lean back, releasing her hair to watch as she slowly sinks back against me.

“Please.”

God, that whisper would be enough to bring me to my knees if I weren't already on them–light, airy, and so bloody sinful. I wish I could relish the sound, but that damn art keeps staring at me, mocking me with a single word. Pulling back, I quickly slam back into her, and her hand flies to the glass to brace herself, but she quickly places her palm back against the floor.

No. That’s not happening. The only thing she is going to be thinking about is me; how full she is of my cock, how much she has to stretch just to take me in. Not the fucking fear of what can happen if the glass cracks below her pressure. Spinning the knife until the sharp steel is wrapped firmly in my hand, breaking the skin, I wrap my arm around her waist.

“You said you trust me.” I bite out, placing the handle against her clit, and slam back forward.

“I do!” Her head snaps up to the glass with her cry. Those evil golden irises ignite with the flicking flames through the reflection of the barrier.

“It seems to be a struggle for you.” The blade slips within my wet grasp as she starts to grind against the handle, throwing herarse back in a way that has my cock throbbing and a low growl builds at the back of my throat.

“I just… I don’t—“ She’s a moaning, crying mess. Destroyed with mascara streaking down her cheeks and her pussy leaking enough that with each thrust, her thighs stick to mine. She feels like heaven. I draw a deep breath through my nose, gripping the handle tighter.

“One day, you’re going to tell me who the fuck hurt you enough that you have to battle demons for me.” I moan from how her tight hole just keeps sucking me back in. I never thought I could be so addicted to skin, but the way her flesh feels wrapped around me and how little red splotches are starting to appear at the base of her neck tempts me to run my tongue over the flesh–to taste and see if it's as intoxicating as she feels.

“I will.” She gasps, her head bobbing with my ruthless thrusts that force her body to slide forward.

“Oh God–” She whines as her hands grapple across the carpet to try and hold herself steady.

I go motionless deep in her velvet heat, leaning over her shoulder with heavy breaths so I’m sure she can see my reflection just as clearly as I see hers.

“Are you praying, little devil?” I chuckle and gently kiss her shoulder.

Her walls clench warning me she's close, so I pull out, gripping her arse hard enough that she squeals as I shift back on my knees to properly focus on what I want to do.

“The devil doesn't ask for forgiveness.” Without warning, I dip the knife into the start of the ink on her perfect plump flesh, but she trembles, so I pull back to smack her arse. Once she stills, I press the blade deeper to make a perfect line through the gorgeous skin. She'll tell me if it’s too much, but until then…

“Do you know why?” I tuck my lip between my teeth, focusing on the carving.

“Sam, I'm going to come.” Jasmine whines, and I nearly come knowing thatthisis what’s getting her so worked up—being afraid, being in pain.

She was fucking made for me.

Leaning over, I run my tongue over the bubbling flesh, then continue my work once it’s clean.

"Because you’re not bound to everlasting chains." I blow against the dripping flesh, and she squirms, gasping for breath as she tries to move away.

“Sam.” She gasps, and I lean back to admire the thick, bloody line and bold, thick letters I’ve created with a grin.

“You are free to rule your fallen angels. They pray toyou.”

She’ll always be my devil, even if that means I have to walk over burning embers every day for the rest of my life. Now, she can have a pretty little reminder. I push my tongue through her folds, dragging it up her crack along her spine.

“Ipray toyou.Iworshipyou.” As soon as my cock probes her from the position, she’s trying to fuck herself back on me.

“You want to burn the world down? I’ll give you the bloody matches.” Dropping the knife, I fist her hair, pulling her back to an arch, and wrap my injured palm around her mouth. The red tint spreads across her features under my skull-inked hand. It’s such a fucking sight. She looks like she belongs to me now.

Chaotic–a product of destruction.

“Then I’ll fuck you into the ashes that your flames create.” I loosen my hold and shift my fingers into her mouth, making her gag when they intrude her throat.

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