Page 134 of Burn With Me

“Tell me how you need me, baby. Tell me what you want your stranger to do to you,” he says against my lips before kissing me deeply. He sits up further, shrugging out of his shirt before pulling the straps of my slip down until it pools at my waist.

Scooting off him, I stand, causing it to fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked except for my heels and wings. As soon as I try to remove the silvery feathers, he stands and pulls my hands away. “Leave them. I want to fuck my fire goddess tonight.”

A moan leaves my mouth as I unfasten his pants and push them and his underwear down as he steps out of them. His cock springs up against my abdomen, long and thick with precum already glistening at the tip. My thighs are slick with want as I all but climb up his body. His hands wrap around my thighs to lift me, aligning us as I guide him to my entrance.

With one swift motion, he’s inside me, and my head falls back in pleasure. “Fuck, Jackson.”

He walks us to the bed, gently lowering me to the silky sheets as he thrusts into me. The heat from our bodies is stifling, sweat glistening in a thin sheen on our skin as we move together. With every press of his hips, I lift mine to meet him, and every single part of my body feels like it’s on fire.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, laid out with your wings spread behind you. My innocent little angel gripping Lucifer’s cock with her greedy cunt.” Jackson holds his weight on his forearms, picking up the pace as he snaps his hips, driving himself into me so deep that I feel him in my soul.

“You’re not the devil, Jackson.” Molding our lips together, I pull him to me before shifting my weight to throw him on his back as I climb on top of him.

“You’re my savior.” Sliding down onto his length, I ridehim with a fevered passion, pulling a string of curses from his lips as his hands grip my thighs, helping me as I move.

His fingers flex against my skin, the telltale sign he’s holding himself back.

“Do you want me to get on all fours? You’re willing to be my stranger once a month. I can let you be as rough as you want. I trust you won’t hurt me.” I begin to move off him.

He shakes his head against the mattress and holds me in place, thrusting up into me as he growls, “No. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock. I’m going to spend the rest of my life watching you take your pleasure from me, Little Ember.”

“The rest of your life?” Our eyes lock as our bodies continue to move together, something more than lust or passion filling my veins and spreading outward as I sink onto him.

“Yes.” He reaches up with one hand to thread our fingers together. “One day, this hand will have a ring on it.”

The other slides down to rest against my stomach. “And one day, your belly will be full with our child. And every single day from now until the day we die, I’m going to bury my cock inside your sweet pussy and fill you so full, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be empty.”

His words pull my orgasm from me. “Fuck, Jackson, I’m coming! Come with me!”

He follows me over the edge, both of us gripping each other, our pleasure pouring from our bodies until we’re a tangled mass of limbs in the middle of the giant bed.

“I love you,” he whispers in his normal voice as he strokes my hair.

“I love you, too. Thank you.” I slide the masks off both our faces before I kiss him.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Ginny. At the risk of sounding incredibly cheesy, you taught me how to love. I’ll spend the rest of our lives thankingyoufor that gift.” He chuckles and hugs me tighter as I bury my face against hissweaty chest, inhaling his regular spicy sandalwood and musky vanilla scent.

“You gave me a pretty great gift, too, you know.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that, Red?”

“You taught me how to heal.”

Epilogue

SIX MONTHS LATER

JACKSON

“When I asked Ginny to marry me, I knew it took her by surprise when the first thing she said was, ‘Are you insane? We’ve only been dating for a few months,’ but I think most of you understand that when it comes to this woman, I’m completely enraptured.”

The crowd laughs. Glasses of champagne clink together, and lips turn up into smiles as camera flashes go off in our direction. Ginny stands beside me, breathtaking in a white lace dress, the glittering blue diamond of the Tailor family ring sparkling on her finger.

“Love is a labor, and I will work endlessly every day for the rest of our lives to prove my utter devotion to you, Ginny. Thank you for making me the happiest man alive, and for agreeing to become my prison warden until the end of our days.”

“I love you,” she says, tilting up to kiss me softly as everyone claps.

“I love you, too,” I tell her before addressing the crowd once more. “Alright, now enjoy the party that my fiancée worked so hard to put together.”

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