Page 6 of My Indecent Valentine

“I’m going to seduce you with fire, my wife. Your mind will float while your body melts in my hands. You’ll spend the night writhing beneath me, lost in pleasure. When the firebliss takes you, so will I, in every way imaginable.” My body quivers over every word, and my breath comes in small shudders.

“Yes,” I breathe. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, and my toes clench. I want this so desperately, my head swims with it.

I hear the clink of glass behind me and look to see him parting the flickering canopy. He drops me onto the bed, and just as I’m bouncing down, my eyes catch on the window curtain. It’s not completely drawn. There’s an open strip, maybe a foot wide. A thought drifts across my mind: I wonder if someone is watching us. Innocuous at first, but then the city lights blink as if to confirm we have an audience. The lusty fog in my brain lifts and a chill runs over my skin.

“What’s wrong?” Samite asks. His tongue flicks the air, and I know he’s tasting fear. It’s an annoying ability, and stubbornly, I try to deny it.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I insist.

“Sofia,” he captures my chin and lifts my face to his, searching it for answers.

“Will you close the curtains?” I ask. His brow twists with unasked questions. He knows I’m not that shy, or at least I wasn’t before I poisoned myself with opinions I can’t seem to forget. A brunette lobster in chef’s whites, he called me. Do I really go that red in the face?

Samite does as I ask, and when he returns, he tastes the air again. Apparently, he’s satisfied with whatever it tells him because he quickly claims my mouth, palms my breast, and it’s not long until his hands, coupled with the warm glow of the fire, root me back in this moment.

He plants his knees between my thighs, nudging them apart. “I want to see every part of you,” he murmurs. My eyes dart to the window to confirm what I already know. The curtain is closed. Samite alone can look all he wants.

He sits back on his heels between my spread legs and takes a long moment to take me in with his smoking eyes. I start to squirm, eager for his touch, and he rests a hand on my knee. “Be still,” he says, then licking his lips, he snaps his fingers. We’re surrounded by fire, but my eyes are instantly attracted to his hand. The tips of all five fingers light like candles. He lowers the back of his hand to my skin, resting it on my belly. “Be very still for me,” he says. I shudder beneath his touch, my breath going shallow. His other hand slips between my legs, and he slides the pads of his fingers up and down my folds until I start to pant and flush warm.

He watches me closely, tongue flicking the air as he glides the back of his fire-lit hand over my skin, soft as a feather. His touch sends a flutter of trembles racing over my naked body. From my belly, he glides up to my chest and then out to my shoulder. The flames are mere millimeters from my skin. I can feel the warmth of each individual flame like a trail of hot kisses.

With his other hand, he works a finger inside of me, pumping it slowly in and out. My hips start to roll.

“Be still,” he says again, but there’s a teasing smile on his face. He knows I couldn’t stop my hips if I wanted to, not with the way he’s working me. A second finger joins his first, and as he pushes deeper, he taps me in just the right spot. My walls squeeze. He keeps up his strokes, and my eyelids flutter with an arousal that’s equal parts pleasurable and hypnotic.

His fire-lit hand slides from my right side to my left, and I barely register the fact that it moves across my scars, a patchwork of burns from my childhood. I hid them from Samite when we first met. Now, I trust him with every part of me. His is the one gaze I will never shrink from.

His thumb rubs a circle over my clit, gently at first, then with more pressure until my breath is catching, and still his hand of hot kisses trails all over my body, luring me into a delightful delirium. “Come for me,” he whispers.

“I need your cock inside me,” I reply.

My head is swimming, but I’m not floating, not yet. So, when he stops touching me, I’m aware of it instantly. My head pops up from the bed, and I see that Samite’s hands are resting on his thighs, and his head is tilted back. I follow his gaze up to the fiery canopy. I catch on a flame and drift out of my body almost instantly, but this time, I’m not alone. I’m aware of Samite’s presence, more than aware. It pulls at me more strongly than the flame and all my attention fixes on him.

It must be a trick of the light or an altered state I’ve drifted into, but as I stare at him, I swear his body lights from within, an ethereal flame flickering between brilliant sparks and deep shadows. Everything dances except for his eyes. They are two dark voids billowing clouds of black smoke that circles like an inky halo over his head. I nearly come at the sight of him. I can hardly breathe.

He moves with the slow grace of a cat. Crawling up the bed, he lowers his fire-filled body over me. The mattress sinks where his elbows come to rest, and my hips flex under the weight of him settling snugly between my thighs. His cock presses at my entrance, and I lift my hips in invitation.

“Are you with me, Sofia?” he asks, and this time I know he means here inside the flame. I didn’t know this was a place we could share, the dancing, leaping void within the fire.

“Si, mi amor. Aquí estoy.” Yes, my love, I whisper, staring into his black-void eyes. I am here. Wherever here is.

“I knew it,” he murmurs and kisses my lips, his tongue swiping into my mouth with eager and possessive roughness. Before I can ask what he knew, his hips roll forward, and he fills me with one deep thrust. I groan out in pleasure, and digging in my heels, I match the roll of my hips to the rhythm of his drive. He’s slow and steady at first, sinking us deeper with each rock of his hips down into the mattress until it feels like we’re gliding straight through the silken sheets on our way to someplace else.

He nips at my jaw and breathes my name against my cheek as his thrusts quicken. “Stay with me,” he entreats as if I would wish to be anywhere else but right here, right now with him. We’re beyond the sheets now, gliding into blinding bright patches and then drifting into shadows. Our bedroom is far away, and yet I see the details of it out of the corner of my eye. The posts of our bed, the Italian glass lamp on the side table.

“I’m here.” My nails scratch up his back as I pull him tighter to me until I feel the rasp of his beard scratching at my neck. His rocking grows more frantic. Sweat prickles across my skin. My breath clouds like steam. Everything around us is a swirling blur. He’s the only thing solid and steady. The hot slap of him builds in intensity, a drum beat rushing me towards release. My thighs clench, and my teeth find his shoulder. I bite down at the first tiny spasms. I’m almost there.

“Espérame,” he whispers into my ear. Wait for me he asks, but his pronunciation is perfect, and it has the opposite effect, pushing me closer to the edge. I bite down on my bottom lip and try not to come, but then he repositions and hits me someplace new, and there’s no hope. Rolling wave after wave of squeezing shudders reverberates from my center out over my entire body. There’s singing in my ears. Bursts of light rain down on us, somehow an echo of my inner throbbing. And that’s when I feel the growl in his belly that turns into a moan as it travels up his throat. He presses his open mouth against my neck as he fists my hair with both hands. “Sofia,” he groans out my name and erupts in a series of short, powerful thrusts. My walls continue to clamp onto him as he comes, pulsing and squeezing so hard that all I can do is gasp and shudder at the overwhelming pleasure.

We spin freely for a while, with only the occasional aftershock running through us. There is no up or down, only fire and our tangled limbs lacing us together.

“Why didn’t you tell me it could be like this?” I ask when I finally settle into myself again. I run my fingers over his lips.

“I wasn’t certain the fire magic would work for you,” he says, and I know he means because I’m human. “There was only one way to find out.” Capturing my hand, he presses a kiss into my palm.

“I’d love to do that again,” I breathe out on a wistful sigh.

“We’re going to, wife,” he says, kissing my eyelids. “There’ll be no sleep for you tonight.”

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