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“Yeah.” She says, still transfixed by the flame, reminding me of the first time I lit someone ablaze.
“One second though. I don’t want you getting burned.” I say, gently climbing off her and laying down next to her on my back. “Okay, sit on me.”
“I’ll do something better than that.”
I take the candle from her hand, helping her up, and she gives me a playful wink as she straddles my hips. When she reaches down and slowly guides my cock into her pussy and lowers her body, I’m already in heaven, but when she takes the candle and the first drip of scalding hot wax dops on my chest, it’s fucking euphoric.
It hurts like a motherfucker, making me take in a sharp breath and hold it as the hot liquid pools on my bare flesh, burning it enough that I can smell the skin cooking along with the scent of the wax. The burn continues in the first spot as she dribbles more across my skin, making an arched shape, then repeating it on the other side. When I look down, there’s a black wax heart on my chest, burning its design into me.
My cock thumps heartily inside of her at the pained pleasure, and she starts to rock her body up and down, riding me.
“Oh fuck yes, baby.” I growl, taking the candle from her hands and blowing it out, then chucking it on the floor carelessly. The wax will spill, but at least it won’t burn the place down.
I grip her hips, being careful not to let the uncooled wax drip or roll across my skin. I want her design to stay just as she drew it, a now permanent heart etched on me from her. It stings and burns as I guide her up and down on my cock, feeling her insides flex and pulse with her enjoyment of both my cock and the artwork she proudly stares at.
“It’s pretty.” She says, dipping her finger in the line of wax, leaving a fingerprint in it.
“Not as pretty as you though.” I say through gritted teeth as she flattens her palm and presses the wax harder onto my chest, making the searing heat feel even hotter.
She rides me faster, her knees squeezing my hips as her design cools, and by the time it no longer feels like I am on fire she is rising up and slamming down on me hard enough to make her hips crack and her knees hurt.
I’m holding on as long as I can, not wanting to cum until she does, but she reaches down and lifts up on the wax, peeling it from me, lifting some of my skin with it, and it feels too good. It looks too good. The branded heart on my skin is bright red and blistering, sure to scar for good, and it makes my orgasm rocket through me at a surprising pace.
“Oh shit Phoenix, shit, shit, shit!” I exclaim, my hips bucking under her, my toes curling, and my hands grabbing her hips hard enough I leave indented prints from my fingertips. “Yes, fuck baby. I’m cumming.”
On a barked yell, she tightens around me, joining me in a climax that should be impossible. I cum so hard that my balls ache and my legs cramp up, driving more pain through my body, and she orgasms like a fucking goddess. Her hands smash my chest, and her mouth is open with drool running from the corner of it with each panted breath. It’s perfect.
“I think I love you.” She pants. “Don’t leave me again.”
“Mine.” I say back to her, because it’s true, and all I know how to say.
Chapter
Twenty-three
“I think I love you.” Her voice echoes through my head as I try to sleep next to her, her body coiled up against mine.
With every movement and every breath my chest aches. Touching it, even her hair brushing against it makes it scream in agony, and it’s perfect because it’s from her, my Phoenix, my baby, my...
Love?
“No. I don’t love.”
You don’t, or you won’t
“Huh?” I say quietly, not wanting to wake her with my one-sided conversation.
You heard me. Do you know how to love? Or is that something your psychopathic little heart refuses to understand?
“I don’t know.”
Maybe you should figure that out before she says it again.
“Yeah. I guess.” I sigh, rolling over a little, spooning her, pulling her back against my front and wincing at the pain of my burns. “Now let me sleep.”
Goodnight kitten.
“Fuck you.”
