Page 54 of Falling for the Firefighter
From her position by the door, Scout lets out a soft huff and deliberately turns her back to us, settling into a perfect down-stay with her nose pointed toward the window.
She's a professional working dog, and she knows when to ignore her humans' questionable life choices. Her tail twitches once—the only sign she's aware of the chaos happening behind her.
I archinto Mac’s dominance, my body desperate for the possession he offers. He fucks me on the table where my life's work spreads beneath us, each thrust punctuated by the crinkle of paper and the distant roar of fire.
“You like being taken? Claimed?” he growls against my mouth.
"Yes, very much."
“You want to be used like this? Hard and rough.”
"Yes, god yes!" I arch into him, back bowing, the slap of skin against skin joining the crinkle of paper and the low rumble of fire beyond the tower walls.
Then he pulls out fast and rough, leaving me empty and gasping.
“Hands flat,” he orders, turning me with ruthless precision. I end up on my belly, hips dragged to the edge of the table. “You like it like this, don’t you?”
My mouth is dry. I nod. Shakily. “Yes.”
“Say it,” he demands again, one hand gripping my hip, the other skating up my spine to press between my shoulder blades. Holding me down.
“Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I like it when you take me like this. When it’s rough. When I feel it after.”
A growl tears from his chest, and he surges forward, burying himself inside me with one brutal thrust. I cry out—raw, undone.
“Look at you,” he rasps, thrusting deep and hard. “Bent over your maps. Taking everything I give you. And begging for more.”
I can’t speak. I can only moan—his name, his title, words without meaning except that they’re his. That I’m his.
“You belong to me when I’m inside you like this,” he bites out. “You come because I give it to you.”
His hand slides around my throat again, guiding my head back, forcing me to arch. I choke on a gasp as his hand tightens just enough to make my eyes flutter. To take my breath. To give me something else in return.
Fire.
He fucks me like he’s burning from the inside out, like the wildfire chasing his team doesn’t touch the urgency consuming him here, now, inside me.
My moan fractures in the air. He presses his body against mine, his mouth to my ear.
"You're going to save those people." His voice stays steady despite the rhythm of his hips. "Because you're the best guide these mountains have ever seen."
Pleasure and heat rise, fierce and immediate.
His hand presses harder. My oxygen dips.
I arch beneath him, thighs clenching, body writhing under the weight of him—under him.
He ruts like a man possessed.
“Say you know how fucking good you are.” His grip tightens just a little more on my throat, the pressure perfect. Stars burst behind my eyes.
“I—I…” The pleasure is too much, too big. I can’t hold it.
“Say it, Josephine.”
“I’m good at this,” I choke out, the words ripped from my soul. “I know these mountains. They’re mine.”
“Come for me.”
