Page 15 of Her Silver Fox Firefighters
This time, it’s an unstoppable blaze as he closes the distance between us and takes me in his arms. His kiss ravages me. His body feels stiff, burning up from the inside out, every inch of him aching for me.
I lose all sense of self-control, my body taking over. My hands move over his skin. His muscles twitch and stretch, faint battle scars covering his right arm.
He pauses to follow my gaze. “Shrapnel,” he says in a low voice, “from an IED.”
“Did it hurt?”
Stupid question, Olivia.
“I passed out,” he replies. “Woke up in the hospital, heavily medicated.”
“Dax…” I gasp as he reaches between my legs, where he finds me hot and wet already.
“Dammit,” he curses under his breath as his fingers slide between my wet folds. “You’re burning up,” he whispers in my ear, then proceeds to nibble on my earlobe and plant kisses down the side of my neck. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I surrender.
When I open them again, I glance down in the dim light that comes in through the window, seeing his ripped abs, his massive erection.
I lick my lips and wrap my hand around him. It’s so thick, my fingers barely touch.
“Olivia,” he growls.
“Dax,” I moan as his fingers slide deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck…”
The bottom of his palm presses against my clit. The tension thickens and unfurls in my core as I hold onto him. He lowers his head and takes a nipple in his mouth, licking and suckling harder with each contact.
My hips sway, his fingers drilling deeper.
My knees soften and I cry out with a shudder. I explode all over his hand as he finger-fucks me with absolute savagery, squeezing every drop of my orgasm from me.
It’s the supreme possession.
My mind is lost. I barely register the moment I’m placed gently on the couch. I’m still shaking and moaning, ripples rumbling through me as I look up at him. In the faint moonlight, Dax resembles the devilishly handsome incarnation ofsin, and I’m ready to burn in the deepest pit for what’s about to happen.
“I need to hear that sound again,” he says as he pins me down with his full weight. I sink into the sofa as I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel the bulging tip of him testing my entrance.
Our gazes are locked.
“What sound?” I ask, out of breath.
He slides in, and I moan harshly. He fills me, he stretches me, setting every nerve ending ablaze. “That sound,” he grunts, one arm snaked around my waist and one hand taking a firm hold of my breast. “Fucking hell, Olivia, you were made for me.”
“Oh, Dax,” I tremble and dissolve against him as he begins to move.
Slowly, at first. In and out, to give my body a moment to adjust. He’s huge—thick and long—to the point where he splits me in half by the third thrust. My heart races, my body responds with a shudder. My core ignites.
A rhythm builds up.
He tightens his grip on my breast as he kisses me, and I welcome his curious tongue. I wrap myself around his cock and squeeze, maximizing every sensation until my body sings in anticipation.
I can feel the tension. Swelling. Thickening. Overflowing, as Dax pounds into me.
Harder. Faster. Deeper,still.
“That’s it, Olivia,” he says, feeling me as I tumble closer to the edge.
I’m raw and panting, beads of sweat blooming on my temples as I raise my hips to meet him. He fucks me hard, possessively and all-consuming, and I give in to all of it.
The second orgasm blows through me as I dig my fingers into his back, my nail scratches prompting him to go even harder.
