Page 78 of Ablaze

Mala undulates against my tongue, and I flick it back and forth over her clit, keeping in rhythm with my finger and fucking her like it’s my calling. I press another finger inside her, lapping at her entrance before biting down on one of her folds and Mala screams.

“Dean!”

Her entire body tightens, and her hips jerk as the first of the many waves I have planned for our night has her exploding like champagne from a shaken bottle. I feel the shudder that rolls over her as she comes down from her release, still in my mouth.

Laying a few more kisses on her pussy, I drag myself up her body, nipping and kissing her hip, her stomach, her breast. I trace the burn scar across her breast with my tongue, watching goosebumps flutter across her skin.

My throaty drawl at the shell of her ear pulls another tiny shudder from her, sending another wave of satisfaction soaring through me. “If we only have one night, then I’d like to be inside you for every minute of it.”

I put my forehead to hers, fisting her hair. Our lips are only a breath apart, and all I want to do is devour them.

A tremor of worry passes through her hooded eyes. “Dean,” her cinnamony breath wafts over my lips, “say it again.”

She wants my reassurance. Her last-ditch attempt to take all this back, to set us back on square one, as if it’s as simple as turning back time.

She knows in her heart that we’d be lying to ourselves, that I’d be lying to her, but I’ll do it, anyway. I’d fucking do anything for her, and she knows it.

“I promise.”

Her short nails drag up my back and under my shirt, guarded relief settling in her expression. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Don’t waste time, then, Rufus. Give me everything you’ve got.”

My brow lifts. “Giving you everything I’ve got would mean me coming inside you so hard that your veins flood with my cum.” I press my heavy cock between her thighs, getting a soft exhale from her. “You ready for that, sweetheart?”

Her eyes stay locked on mine defiantly in response before her hand snakes down between us. She wiggles it into the waistband of my sweatpants, under my boxers, grasping my cock with her small hand.

I groan, my nostrils flaring, shoving myself into her warm hand. “Fuuuck.”

Her hand moves up and down my shaft before it freezes in place with a jerky stop. Her brows pinch as she stares at me, but I keep my eyes locked on her. I don’t want to miss even a second of the surprise on her face.

Her thumb hesitantly moves to the head of my cock, sliding over the ridge tentatively, as if what she just felt might have been concocted by her imagination.

She pulls in a breath before her eyes widen. “You’re . . . pierced?”

I roll inside her hand, my molars grinding to keep my groan at bay. Fuck, her hand feels so good, I might not last as long as I want to this time around. “It’s called a king’s crown.”

Her lips flatten and the vulnerability in her eyes has my throat feeling dry. “I hate that I don’t know everything about you.”

I brush my thumb over her jaw before I find her ear with my mouth again. “Want to know my biggest secret?”

Her thumb rolls over the tip of my dick again, and I guess that’s her response for a yes.

“You’re the only face I’ve come to in all the times I remember.”

Her brows pinch and a quiver finds her chin. “Dean.” Her eyes bounce against mine. “Show me. I want to see.”

I rise off the bed and take off my shirt first. Mala’s gaze strolls over me, taking me in hungrily. Her eyes darken as I move to the waistband of my sweatpants. I pull them down along with my boxers, and my cock springs free, hard and glistening at the tip.

Mala’s shaky breath catches when her eyes freeze on my tip, her tongue snaking out to tap her lips. Her eyes find mine again and that same defiance I’ve come to love floats inside them. She sits up, reaching out for me. “I want it in my mouth.”

I grin, basking in the satisfaction of her response, before I shake my head. “Not yet, baby girl.” I crawl over her so she’s forced to lie back down. “First, I need to come inside your pussy, and then I’ll come inside your mouth. Now open those legs for me again.”

She does as I ask, and I reach over to the nightstand where my wallet is, pulling out a condom.

She eyes it. “Dean . . .”

“Yes, baby?”

She clears her throat as a blush creeps up to her cheeks. It makes my lips twitch that voicing her thoughts is what makes her blush–not the fact that I just ate her out less than five minutes ago. “I want to feel everything. All of it.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “I’m on birth control.”

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