Page 124 of His Greatest Treasure

“Are you happy?” he asked.

“So happy, my darling. I’m not sure I have room for any more happiness.”

I buried my face in his chest, hugging him tightly to me. His arms slipped around my waist and held me close, and I felt him pressing kisses to my head through my hair.

“I love you so much, Blaze. I don’t think I can ever tell you how much.”

I clutched Alfie tighter to me, pressing our bodies together. He ducked his head and took my lips, kissing me gently and sweetly. I fell into that kiss, entranced by our closeness and the taste of him and the way his hands roamed my body.

Slowly, that kiss became deeper, it became faster and more passionate. Alfie slid his tongue into my mouth and I opened up to him, clutching hold ofhis shoulders as he made me feel all sorts of things until my legs were shaking.

He slipped my coat from my shoulders and then unbuttoned my shirt, starting at the top and working his way down my chest. Isabella had ordered me some new clothes and was experimenting with my style. I let her because it made her happy and we’d spent an afternoon giggling together and trying on all sorts of clothes and jewellery and make-up.

She’d told me that I looked stunning with green eyeshadow and had sent me off to find Alfie and get his opinion about it. When I’d found him, he’d stared at me with his mouth open for so long that I was worried he hated it, until he’d dragged me into a cupboard and sucked my cock so enthusiastically that I’d trembled and come in under a minute.

The memory made me smile into our kiss and Alfie groaned.

“You’re so sexy, Blaze.”

His fingers tangled in my hair. He loved to run his fingers through it, playing with it in the different lights and watching the colours. He said it was like fire, all different colours at once.

The slight tug on my scalp as he tightened his grip made me gasp and arch into him. I had no ideawhy Alfie tugging on my hair always made me press my body harder against his, but it did. I’d never realised I’d like that sort of thing before. And Alfie had not had the confidence to do it before.

Now, though, he knew just how hard to tug to make it feel best. Enough to hint at the pain without actually being painful. Enough to remind me that I belonged to him. That he’s claimed me because he’d chosen me over everyone else.

I groaned again and tried to rub my aching dick against his through our clothes.

With one hand tangled in my hair, he kept our mouths fused together, kissing and nibbling at my lips, and with the other hand, Alfie tried to get us undressed.

I wanted to help but my hands were shaking with the sensations and each time he nipped at my lower lip, a shiver ran through my body so violently that I lost control of my fine motor skills.

Eventually, he huffed and broke our kiss.

“If I can’t get our clothes off, I’m going to have to ask you to shift and burn them off.”

I laughed at the idea. “We can’t burn our clothes off every time we want to make love. We’d end up with nothing to wear.”

He leaned back down and kissed me hard, letting me know he’d heard the implication that we’d be making love a lot.

There was a ripping sound and I pulled back in time to see Alfie holding two pieces of his shirt.

“Oops. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You don’t know your own strength, my darling.”

As I said it, I took the opportunity to run my hands over his naked torso. His chest was lean and muscled, his skin pale and his nipples a rosy pink. When I focused on them, rubbing my fingers across them, Alfie moaned and fumbled with my fly.

Once I was naked, Alfie grasped my dick and slid his hand along my length. I was already so hard that the feeling made a drop of pre-come leak out of the slit. Alfie ducked down and licked it.

“You always taste so good. And smell so good. And feel so good. Shift for me, please. Just for a moment.”

I did as my mate asked and flickered into my flame form. I stood there, letting him admire me. His face was lit by my fire and I was captivated byhis beauty. He never looked quite so beautiful as when he was lit by my flames.

I gasped and undulated my body as Alfie slid his hand into my flames and touched my wick. He liked to do that, to touch the most intimate part of me, my very core. And I loved it when he did.

The sensation was unlike anything else. At once so arousing that I thought I’d burst and come everywhere, but somehow soothing. Not to mention, I couldn’t come in my flame form. I couldn’t give myself the physical stimulation.

It meant that, when Alfie stoked my wick, I felt it all through my body, the erotic caress right at my core and radiating out, overwhelming me with need and desire, and that desire had no outlet. The pleasure just kept building and building.

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