Page 103 of Undisputed Chaos
She gasped as she felt my erection pressing insistently against her ass, hard and demanding through the denim.
"Look at it burn," I growled against her ear, my voice rough with arousal and something darker.
The heat from the fire was making me lightheaded, high on destruction and the sweet scent of her hair.
"Every fucking piece of him, turning to nothing."
My hands tightened possessively on her hips, and I ground myself against her with shameless need.
The friction sent sparks through my nerve endings, mixing with the sight of the flames until I could barely think straight.
"Adrian," she whimpered, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she pressed back against me, her body responding to mine even as her mind struggled with the intensity of the moment.
"This is what you do to me," I panted against her neck, my teeth grazing the silk ribbon.
One hand slid up to cup her breast roughly through her dress, squeezing and kneading while my hips rolled against her ass in a rhythm that matched the dancing flames.
"Watching your past burn, feeling you against me, I’m so fucking hard I could come just from this."
The fire crackled louder as something plastic melted with a satisfying hiss.
Each sound sent another jolt of arousal through me, my grinding becoming more desperate, more demanding.
My free hand slid down to press against her stomach, holding her tight against my erection while I rutted against her like an animal in heat.
"You feel this?” I groaned, my voice breaking with the intensity of my need.
The heat from the flames was washing over us in waves—the fire, her body, it was all proof I was erasing her past while claiming her future.
"This is what happens when I watch something burn for you. This is how fucking crazy you make me."
She trembled in my arms, a soft moan escaping her lips as I rolled my hips harder against her. The sound went straight to my cock, making me throb painfully against my jeans.
"I can smell the smoke in your hair," I whispered roughly, my lips moving against her throat. "Can feel how hot you're getting from the fire. Do you like watching me lose control, angel?”
My hand on her breast moved to her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck in a possessive grip.
Not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who owned her, who controlled her breathing, her pleasure, her very existence.
"I'm sorry," I panted against her neck, though we both knew I wasn't really sorry at all.
My voice was rough with need, my hips rolling harder against her ass in a rhythm that matched the dancing flames. "But I had to do this, angel. Ihadto."
She moaned, and I was losing it.
"Let me touch you," I growled against her throat. "Let me make you feel as good as this fire makes me feel."
Without waiting for her answer, I reached down and freed myself from my jeans, my cock springing free into the warm afternoon air.
The relief was immediate and overwhelming, but nowhere near enough. Nothing would be enough until I was buried inside her.
“Oh,” she gasped as she felt my bare length pressing against her ass, hot and thick through the thin fabric of her dress.
"I know, angel," I murmured, my hands bunching her sundress up around her waist with desperate efficiency.
The white fabric pooled around her hips, exposing her completely to the afternoon sun and the crackling fire before us.
Her little pussy was already slick, pink, perfect, and absolutely fucking mine.
