Page 55 of Burn for Me

She flailed, repeating her sorry sobs as I tore her wet clothing from her body, revealing her to the stars.

I’d driven her too close to the edge too many times. I’d rattled her mind. It was time to rectify that.

Wrenching her thighs apart and setting my knee between them, I thrust two fingers deep into her cunt. The warmth contrasted with the icy water sloshing against my legs and it was like a homecoming. A shudder made her body quake against the rock, the fight instantly leaving her. Curling my fingers up against the inside wall of her pussy brought a whimper of need tumbling from her lips.

That’s it, my little obsession, give it all to me.

Reaching over her, I wrapped my other hand around her neck, squeezing the sides tightly. There was no doubt I’d make her come all over my fingers, but she’d feel my ire at burning my cottage with every fucking stroke.

Her breath stuttered as I thrust deeper, her wetness coating my fingers.

Words burned in my throat, so many things having to go unsaid. Her hips raised from the rock as I forced a third finger into her. Her thighs gripped against my leg, nails scraping against the rock on either side of her.

‘Phoenix,’ she moaned, her pleas a salacious croak. ‘Please… don’t stop.’

I twisted my wrist, her body convulsing in reaction. Awave sent a spray up over us, the cold water making Laura’s nipples peak. Her whole chest was covered in goosebumps, right from the bullet scar down to her spread thighs. The light from the burning cottage reflected in every water-drop along her soft skin. I wanted to devour every salty droplet.

The moment her eyes rolled back, and her thighs crushed around me, I slowed the strokes of my fingers inside her. Our eyes met and I dragged my other hand from her throat, writingbegover her chest.

‘Please make me come, Phoenix. Fuck me, touch me. Whatever you want. I’ll do anything.’

I slid a fourth finger inside her, stretching her pink cunt wide. It was enough to send her tipping over the edge.

Her cries of pleasure filled the night sky. They touched everything around us from the sea to the stars. She came hard and fast with my name a sordid prayer on her lips, her inner walls crushing my fingers with need.

And that first, desire-fuelled, cry filled the hole inside my chest that had long been empty.

That’s it, my sweet obsession, come for me like a good fucking girl.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Laura

Nothing mattered.

Nothing except for Phoenix and those glorious fucking fingers of his. My hips were raised fully off of the rock, Phoenix’s other hand sliding back up to my neck to pin me down as wave after wave of pleasure coiled through me.

The rock grazed my fingertips, the sensations between my thighs becoming overwhelming when Phoenix didn’t let up after my orgasm subsided.

‘Phoenix,’ I whimpered. He relaxed my hips back down toward the rock, his thumb coming up to stroke lazily against my clit. Each circle made my body shudder, making me want to scoot back from his touch. The hand around my neck slid down to my pelvis, pinning me to the black rock.

GOOD GIRL

He used his thumb to spell out the words on my clit, and with each letter he dragged another pathetic moan from me.

I shouldn’t enjoy him calling me that. But I did. Pleasure bloomed again, building with each of his touches.

The gas mask covered most of his face, just the deep, dark eyes visible behind it. My own face reflected back at me in the glass when he tilted his head. Wet hair stuck to my shoulders from jumping into the sea, my own splayed pussy reflected when he glanced downward.

The sight was salacious, his fingers moving down to pump rhythmically in and out of me.

‘Fuck me,’ I groaned, desperate for more now that he’d broken the seal. It was like all the pent up need he’d stoked in me bubbled to the surface, an unquenchable fountain of lust. ‘Please?’

The hand around my throat fell away as I pushed myself upright, leaning forward and undoing his trousers. His scarred fingers caressed the side of my face, tipping my chin upwards. A shake of his head told me I didn’t have to… but I wanted to.

I’d burnt his cottage, and instead of hurting me, he’d pleasured me and called me a good girl. After everything, he truly did want me. His rage would have overridden his arousal otherwise.

Speaking of arousal…

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