Page 45 of Burn for Me

Too long.

Warmth from his chest seeped into me. He traversed his way to the cottage and ducked us through the door. When he deposited me on the kitchen table, I almost broke and begged him to keep holding me. I urged on the last bit of will power I had, and pushed the desperation for human touch back down.

Phoenix rooted through the cabinets until he found an ancient looking green box. It clanked with a metallic thud as he placed it down on the counter beside me.

Flipping open the lid revealed a little stash of medical supplies. He picked up a bottle of antiseptic and some cotton pads and knelt between my legs, gently cupping the back of my injured calf.

He wiped my cut with a slow, steady sweep of the cotton, making me wince. The antiseptic stung, and I bit down on my lower lip to stop me from cursing at him.

He blinked up at me through dark lashes, reaching for a large sticking plaster from the tin.

God, a woman could lose herself entirely in those dark eyes. They were like voids that screamed of pain andloneliness, but ringed with so much promise too. Eyes of two sides, like Jekyll and Hyde. A monster and a saviour all in one twisted shell.

‘I never thanked you,’ I said, ‘For fixing me after Massimo shot me.’

Phoenix’s jaw flinched beneath the mask, the edges flaring outward.

DON’T WANT TO HEAR HIS NAME ON YOUR LIPS.

His fingers skimmed up toward my thighs as he wrote on my skin, pushing them apart.

His mask was level with my pussy, the heat from his breath evident against my shorts.

Holding my breath, I waited to see what he’d do.

Phoenix pressed his face against me, the pressure instantly igniting my need for his touch. But there was no way he could go down on me, not with his scarred mouth.

Gripping his hands around my ass, he pulled me forward to the edge of the counter and buried his face between my thighs. Phoenix inhaled deeply through his nose, my face burning. I didn’t have time to worry about him smelling me though. He ground his face into me, using his chin and face to bring a desperate moan tumbling from my lips.

I tried to resist. To keep still and pretend like it did nothing for me, but the sheer filthiness of him rubbing his face against me had me trembling against the counter within minutes. When he hummed with pleasure, it was too much to bear.

Arching my hips, I rode his face, losing all composure. Heat built in my groin, pressure increasing with each graze ofhis masked face. My clit throbbed, and I wanted to tear my fucking clothes off and beg him to fuck me right there.

I wanted more.

No, I needed more.

‘Phoenix,’ I moaned, my voice barely a croak.

My utterance made his whole body stiffen as he panted against my wet shorts. His eyes darkened and he stood, pulling me to my feet.

I squeaked at the sudden movement, already missing his face between my legs, air cooling the fire there without him.

He drove his fingers into my hair, tipping my head back and forcing me to look into his face.

BEG

He wrote the word against my neck, my pulse beating beneath his fingers. My stomach lurched at the demand, my hackles raising at his insistence on making me ask for it.

‘No.’

His eyebrows creased before he released me from his grip and made space between us.

‘I won’t beg for it. Never.’ My words were harsh, but still didn’t cover the need beneath them.

He grabbed a marker from a pot on the counter and wrote on one of the kitchen cupboards in sure strokes.

You will. You’ll beg every time you want to come. You’ll get on your knees. Every. Single. Time.

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