Page 24 of Flames of Desire

His smile faltered slightly, and he looked away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “There’s something you should know about me, Lily. I’m not just a simple firefighter.”

I frowned, confusion knitting my brows. “What do you mean?”

“My last name carries a lot of weight,” he said carefully. “It’s... well, it’s more powerful than I’ve let on.”

I stared at him, trying to understand. “Are you saying you come from a powerful family like in those sappy Korean drama series?” I asked with a chuckle.

He nodded, causing my laughter to falter. “Yes. But please, don’t read too much into it. With time, I’ll tell you everything.”

I reached out, placing a hand on his cheek. “Thank you, Alex. This means more to me than you can imagine.”

He leaned into my touch, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want to see you happy.”

“I am happy,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a tender, lingering kiss. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us wrapped in the warmth of our connection. The kiss deepened, and I could feel the intensity of his emotions pouring into me.

We pulled apart, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. “Lily,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I want you to know that no matter what, I’m here for you. Always.”

“I believe you,” I murmured, my heart racing. “And I’m here for you too, Alex. Always.”

He smiled at my reply and leaned in to kiss me again. At that moment, I felt a surge of passion that left me breathless.

We dipped into the couch, and as the warmth of his body pressed against mine, I knew one thing was for certain.

“I wanted him.”

Chapter twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE - INFERNO OF PASSION

Iwasn’t sure how long we had stayed locked together on that couch, but eventually, we broke from the kiss, breathlessly panting as we gazed deep into each other’s eyes.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” I asked, and the way his eyes darkened was all the confirmation I needed.

We got off the couch, and I held his hand in mine, dragging him behind me and leading him to my bedroom.

As we entered, Alex turned to shut the door behind him, and I observed the muscles on his back curiously. Seeing how his shirt clung to his body, I realized it must have still been snowing outside.

He turned back to me, and I gave him a small smile before walking toward him, but he held up a hand to stop me. “Take off your clothes.”

I cocked my head to the side, and he chuckled at my reaction, leaning back on my dresser. “Do what I say. I want to watch you.”

Immediately, as the words left his mouth, I felt a surge of excitement flow deep inside of me. I didn't hesitate and started to wriggle out of my clothes. The cold fabric of my jeans and my robe hugged my body in a way that I hoped was enjoyable for him. At least it was probably entertaining. I slapped my socks off onto the floor. Finally, my top came up over my shoulders and exposed part of my body to him. I had intended to strip off completely, but I found some curious last well of decency within me and kept my underwear on.

“Take it all off,” he said huskily, his eyes trained on my body with an intensity that sent shudders through me.

Holding his gaze, I reached behind my back and unhooked my black lace bra, even as I wondered why I was doing it. He sucked in his breath but did not try to touch me. I took my time hanging my bra on the hook. I did the same when I stepped out of my panties. I was in the process of folding them up when he pushed himself off the dresser and took them from me. "These are mine now," he said.

His gaze drifted to the bathroom door, and I saw a mischievous glint flash in his eyes for a brief moment. “Get in the shower,” he said in a deep and authoritative voice that clearly left no room for argument.

The water was still cold when I stepped under the shower, and my nipples instantly hardened under the icy jets coming from the faucets. I cried out. It was almost painful. Soon, though, the water warmed up. In the mirror behind him, I watched myself. The water coursed down my body. I had never showered in front of someone before, but now, as I looked at myself, naked and wet, I saw how sensual it looked.

He'd unbuttoned his starched white dress shirt so that it hung open, revealing a smooth, chiseled torso above his belted slacks. “Lather yourself up for me, Lil.”

Almost immediately, I grabbed my body wash on the corner shelf, and I squeezed the gel onto my breasts and legs, rubbing it into a soapy lather. As I did this, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was thick and smooth, and when he started stroking it, I felt my pussy tense up. It knew what it wanted was across the room.

I let the water wash away all the foam and bubbles and adjusted one of the pressure jets so it hit me between the legs. "Yes," he whispered, stroking his cock faster. "Make yourself come. I want to see you come."

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