Page 167 of Burning Ember
Stepping forward, I take hold of her. Put an end to their musings. I’ve already claimed this beautiful creature for my own, and I’ll be the only man losing himself inside her tonight and every night after this one.
EMBER
The last chorus hits at the same time that strong hands grip my hips. I don’t need to open my eyes to know it’s him. The heat and friction my body shares with Mav’s are immediately recognizable.
He whispers the lyrics of the chorus into my ear, and his hot breath sends tingles breaking out across my skin.
The words echo through me.
I want Mav to know who I am. I need him toreallysee me and accept me. Want me. Love me despite my scars, my past, and my fears.
Opening my eyes, I let my hands travel up his chest then link my fingers behind his neck.
The passion circling in Mav’s topaz gaze is intoxicating. As he wraps his arms around me, he pulls my body so close that no air exists between us. With my heels, I’m merely a few inches shorter, and it’s nice. Better than nice. It’s perfect. We’re chest to chest. Our lips are a breath away, and he’s taunting mine with their proximity.
Together we move. Dance as if we’ve done this a million times before, except the yearning igniting between us tells a different story.
That this is the first of many dances. That the hunger we feel for each other is new and all-consuming and neither of us feels like we’ll ever get enough.
Because it will never be enough.
I could never get enough of this. Of him.
Moving forward, I let my breath tease his skin. His neck, his ear lobe, and finally his inner ear. “I need you,” I whisper. A shudder jolts through him, and his erection hardens further against my stomach.
“God, Doll, I need you too.”
One of his hands moves to my ass, and his fingers grab onto my thigh where my skirt ends. The other sinks into my nape. He cups the back of my head, and seals his mouth in a punishing kiss over mine.
He’s taking control. Showing me, I am his Doll. And he’ll move me and take me any way he wants me.
I submit and kiss him as ardently as he kisses me.
When the song ends, he simply lifts me and I lock my ankles at his lower back. Ready and desperate for more of what only he can give me.
We’re only haunted by things we don’t fully understand.
EMBER
The room is a mere ten feet away. But it might as well be a mile as far as we we’re concerned. Neither one of us can stand to go any further. Evident by the way Mav slams my back against the hallway wall and attacks my mouth with untamed ferocity.
There’s only teeth, tongue, and sheer power as he works his lips over mine.
I return his brutal kiss, and duel his tongue with my own. Truly lost to this wild and intoxicating need spiraling through me. My hands are everywhere, kneading into his back one minute, his ass the next, physically begging him to grant me no mercy.
Breaking away, we gasp for breath. Unable to hold out any longer, I plead, “Mav, please.”
“Jesus, Doll. Don’t beg. I’ll fucking come right here.”
I push his shirt out of the way and claw impatiently at his belt. His strong fingers, which up until this moment have been digging into my thighs, suddenly hike my skirt up to my waist.
Yes!
The flames of lust circle higher.
“Hold on to me.” I lock my hands behind his neck. He braces one hand against the wall and helps me free him from his jeans. Then I feel him, the tip of his erection brushing the outside of my underwear, his fingers pulling my panties to the side as he lines himself up.
“Mav!” A male voice has us both freezing.
