Page 64 of Blazing Desires
After the truth came out about what happened to our mothers, we cried together. It was the most painful experience of my life outside of actually losing my mum. I hate being the one to tear her world apart like that but I’m glad the truth is out.
Davina is more determined than ever to get her revenge on her father, so we get to work. We agree that we will go back and execute our plan in a few days, giving us time to prepare. We spend hours going through the blueprints of the grounds, mapping out where the bombs will go.
I can’t stop touching her at every opportunity. To confirm that she stayed when I was sure she would run away from me, from everything that had ever caused her pain. She’s stronger than anyone has ever given her credit for, I’m in awe of the determination she has to see this plan through.
Given we have a few days before we need to head back to the mansion, it leaves us with plenty of time to fill. We spend hours talking about everything that happened to the both of us after I left. My mother had been able to get me to safety before Davina’s father’s men came for me. Her mother hadn’t been so lucky at getting Davina out.
We hold each other as we talk, finding comfort in the solace of each other’s arms. Guilt swirls in my gut, not having shared all of my secrets making it worse. Davina can tell when I am getting lost in my head, because when I do, she rubs her nose against mine and kisses me softly, slowly, until she is my sole focus and nothing else matters.
The next morning, we’re back in my office and my head is pounding with the stress of hiding something from her. This time, instead of comforting me, she pushes me back in my chair and goes to her knees.
“What are you doing, Mea Divina?”
I try to pull her to me, but she holds her ground.
“You’re wound too tight. Let me help you relax before you dislocate your jaw,” she says.
She’s right—I’ve been clenching my jaw nonstop, and it has contributed to my raging headache. An orgasm will help me relax, but it makes me a selfish prick to let her do something for me when she doesn’t know everything about who I am or what I’m capable of.
I could tell her now before it’s too late.
My mind empties of the idea when her hands caress the muscles on my thighs, rubbing and massaging. I relax further into the chair with my legs spread wide, gazing at her beautiful face. She lazily traces the outline of my hard cock through the material of my joggers. It twitches at the contact and a seductive smile slides into place. She does it again but this time a little harder, and I let the moan fall from my lips.
“Let me take care of you, baby,” she purrs.
I find myself nodding and lifting my hips, unable to deny her or myself. She tugs at the waistband, moving the material out of the way to get them off so she has full access. She spreads my legs wide and sits between them, grinning at my dick bobbing against my abs. I’m on full display for her and I can tell she fucking loves it.
“You’re so big, Blaze. You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”
My voice rough with need I can’t help my response, “It’s the only cock you’ll ever see again, love.”
She hums her agreement and then she’s on my dick. Sucking, licking and nipping at my tender flesh, one hand wrapped around the base and working me in tandem with her mouth as the other slips under my balls, cupping them.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I grit out, my breathing becoming laboured the more she works me.
I grip the back of the chair behind my head as my hips angle upward of their own accord to meet her mouth. The wet sounds of her mouth fill my office, along with my moans and praise, the sound sinking into the walls and leaving an echo I’ll never be able to ignore. My abs tighten, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“I’m going to come.” I warn her to give her time to stop before I spill down her throat. But she doesn’t stop—she moans around me, and the vibration is enough to tip me over the edge. I come hard, shooting my seed into her mouth as she drinks it down and sucks everything I have from me. I’m spent as I watch her lick the tip, not missing a single drop.
“That was so fucking good, love. You’re such a good slut, swallowing my cum like that.”
She grins with a blush staining her cheeks. She leans back and helps me right my clothes before going back to what she hadbeen doing. I take her hand and place a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist while my headache dulls and my body relaxes.
“Thank you, Mea Divina,” I whisper.
Her face softens as she pushes my hair back from my face. She dusts kisses on my lips, cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead. I feel cherished and loved even though I don’t deserve it.
I don’t deserveher.
We fill the rest of our time together over the next few days taking turns exploring each other’s bodies, helping each other to forget the fast-approaching deadline. I could spend the rest of my life between her thighs, hearing her cries of pleasure.
Tomorrow, we implement our plan and for once in my life I’m nervous. I roll over to her in bed and push her hair from her face. Taking in every line and feature, committing it to memory and hoping that this all goes to plan.
It has to go to plan.
“Sleep well, Mea Divina.”
“You too, Blaze.”
