Page 22 of Through the Fire

Staring into his eyes really heightened my senses and made every color of the rainbow explode before my eyes. Heim gripped my hair and wrapped it around his hand. He began to thrust up into me forcefully.

“This is my pussy, Island. No other nigga better not ever get a whiff of this good shit. You hear me?”

“Y-yee-yeee-yeeeeesssssssss!” I screamed.

“Fuck! Now, I’m mad.”

I looked at him quickly. “What? Why?”

“’Cause now my head is fucked up too.”

A lazy smile appeared on his face as our orgasms took over our jerking bodies.

“Forgive me for saying this, but if them other niggas weren’t already gone, I’d kill ’em right now for ever having access to you. You are mine, Island.”

His confession sent another tremor through my body. I couldn’t even be emotional because Heim had fucked all the feeling out of me.

“I know,” I confessed.

“What? No fight?”

I shook my head. “After the way you just fucked me, I never even want to look at another man.”

“Type shit,” he mumbled with a chuckle before we fell backward on the bed in a heap.

His fingers began to trace shapes across my skin, and there was nothing left to say. If nothing else, my body belonged to him, and after the way he rocked my world, I didn’t want it any other way.

If Heim’s phone hadn’t started vibrating, I never would’ve unraveled my body from his. His breath tickling my neck was a sensation I wanted to feel for the rest of my life. The way he held on to me made me feel so secure and safe. Like, he really wanted all of me. And his warmth… It had to be my favorite part about being up underneath him.

The first call went to voicemail, but the caller immediately called back. I shook him because he was still in a coma.

“Heim …” I shook a little harder. “Your phone keeps ringing. Someone’s trying to get in touch with you. It could be about Shy Shy.”

Of course, his daughter’s name was enough to do the trick. He reached for his phone and answered without checking the caller ID. His body froze as he listened. In one swift motion, he tossed the covers off his legs and placed his feet on the floor.

“Okay. I’m on the way.”

I lifted on my knees watching him end the call. His eyebrows were tightly knit together, and his posture was stiff as a board.

“What is it, baby?” My voice seemed to startle him.

He glanced up at me and briefly stopped moving.

“Aww, you called me baby.” Coming closer, he cuffed my cheek. “There was a chemical spill at one of the plants. I have to go set up incident command.”

My heart began to race. I gulped a mouthful of air. Crawling to the edge of the bed I tried not to let my worry paint my features.

“Okay…”

He stepped closer and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll be back with breakfast by the time you wake up.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip unsure how I was feeling about this.

“Island…”

“Hm?” My head popped up as I came back into the present with him.

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