Page 62 of Watch Me Burn
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” The words break as they leave her mouth, her hands clenching into tight fists that tremble against her thighs.
The question burns through my mind as she rocks over me, her heat gripping my cock like warm silk.
Why won’t I let her touch me?
Because her hands on my naked flesh would destroy every defense I’ve built. I’ll be lost to her. Once she strips away cloth and barriers, I’ll have nothing left to hide behind. The mask isn’t just hiding my face. It’s protecting the last shred of distance I can maintain.
Until I can tell her the truth.
“I can’t, Luna.” My hips drive upward, and her strangled cry bounces off the windows. “I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Her gaze pierces through the mask’s eyeholes, searching for answers I can’t give.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me.” Her rhythm turns wild, desperate hunger driving each movement. “Show me what I’m asking for.”
Her plea unleashes something feral in me. I thrust up hard, with brutal force, ripping a broken sound from her throat.
“Oh God.” The moan tears from her throat. “Right there.”
“That’s it, beautiful.” Pleasure carves deep lines across her face, beautiful and devastating.
“I need you.” The admission crumbles between her desperate gasps for air. “All of you. Not just this.”
“You have more of me than anyone ever has.”
“But not enough.” Her pace turns frantic as she chases the release that hovers just out of reach. “I want to touch you everywhere. Kiss you. I want to wake up next to you. See you in the daylight. I want—oh god, I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, Luna.”
Her movements jerk as pleasure crashes over her. Her spine curves into a perfect arc, and she comes with a strangled cry, her entire body convulsing while her walls clamp around me, drawing out my own release as she rides each rolling wave of ecstasy. With a low growl, I thrust up into her one final time and explode, flooding her with my release.
We stay locked together for long moments, both gasping as we drift back from the edge of oblivion. Her eyes flutter open as awareness seeps through layers of wine and bliss.
“Why?” she whispers. “Why did you give me that?”
Because watching you take your pleasure from me was everything. And sometimes even monsters want to give instead of take.
“That was…” Her voice dissolves into a satisfied hum.
Perfect.
But that’s not true. Perfect would include her lips against mine and her palms tracing paths across the bare skin I keep hidden.
Before I give in to the temptation, I stand, keeping her steady in my arms as I slip from her warmth. A small sound of loss escapes her throat.
“Quiet. Or I’ll gag you.”
She snickers again, the alcohol in her system making her bold. “Promises… promises.”
Luna Foster is adorable when she’s drunk.
She stands on unsteady legs, collecting her clothes from the floor as I fasten my pants and guide her into the house and upstairs.
Her bedroom door clicks shut behind us. She tumbles onto the bed and sprawls back, her blonde hair spreading across the pillow, letting her thighs fall open. She draws lazy circles around one nipple while her other hand slides down her stomach to where my come still glistens between her thighs.
“You’re not leaving yet, are you?”
