Page 64 of Burn for Me

I hadn’t realised how much I’d been holding back. How much I craved kissing. Whimpering, he slid his mouth down my throat, his teeth grazing against my pulse. I fell back into the pillows, giggling as he pushed my nightshirt up, sinking his teeth into one of my nipples. The giggle turned into a yelp, until he soothed the pain with the flat of his tongue.

A deep groan vibrated against my nipple, and it sped through me, hitting me right between the thighs.

‘Oh my god,’ I moaned, threading my fingers into his hair. He left a stream of red wherever he touched, a visible marker of him on my skin.

Hot breath caressed my wet pussy as he moved between my legs, spreading me wide.

‘Laura, you have no idea the depth of my obsession with you.’ Phoenix’s voice was deep, the cracked resonance tinged with a Scot’s accent. I hadn’t even considered he’d be Scottish, despite spiriting us away to an island way up north. It was a voice I could listen to forever. ‘I have craved feeling you against my tongue since the moment we met. I have inhaled your scent but been denied your taste for too long. You aregoing to be my first feast. The taste I’ve longed for more than any fucking food on God’s green earth.’

‘Please?’ I whimpered, his breath taunting me with every word.

A rich chuckle sounded against my clit, and I could have sworn I’d died and gone to heaven.

‘I love it when you plead,’ he said, his tongue grazing against the spot right above where I needed him.

‘I need you.’ I pushed my fingers further into his hair, trying to press his mouth down on me. Blood dripped from his newly fashioned lips, reddening my cunt.

It was dirty, and yet, made me so fucking horny I was practically humping his face in desperation.

‘My perfect, needy little slut. Open and ready for me.’

Fuck me. If he’d driven me to the point of burning down his house without a mouth, he was going to kill me with one.

The first tentative stroke of his tongue made my world spin on its axis. The growl of need he gave disjointed me from reality entirely.

Clinging onto his hair, I whimpered, not sure if the way he slid against me was from his blood or my wetness.

‘Fucking delicious,’ he grumbled against me, his breath hitching.

Tenderness fled. He pressed his mouth against me, not caring about any pain he felt. Lashing with his tongue, sucking me into his hot, wet mouth, sliding two fingers inside me and roughly fingering me. There was no sweetness. Lust fuelled us both.

My hips crashed upward, meeting every wild stroke of his tongue. He ate like a ravenous beast, devouring my cunt with a fervour that only stoked my desire further.

Moans and whimpers filled the cabin, growls and curses following.

‘I could live right here,’ he moaned, sliding a third finger inside me.

I lost any semblance of control I may have had. Blood coated and panting, he tipped me over the edge. I came hard against his face, wetness flooding us both. My chest was so tight I worried it might explode as I clenched my thighs and rode his tongue, desperately seeking out every last drop of the pleasure he inflicted upon me.

My limbs turned to jelly, flopping on the bed as I sought to gain my breath.

Phoenix had other plans.

He didn’t stop. Wrapping his arms around my hips, he held me tight, sucking my clit back into his mouth.

It was torturous having already orgasmed.

‘I can’t,’ I whispered, gripping fistfuls of blanket. ‘It’s too much.’

‘You will,’ he moaned, face stuffed between my still quaking thighs.

‘Phoenix,’ I breathed, trying to wriggle free.

There was no escaping the onslaught of his tongue. Sensation overwhelmed me and I fought to overcome it. But I had little choice. Phoenix was a man possessed.

‘You are going to spend the entire morning as my breakfast. I’m going to make you squirt on my tongue again and again until neither of us can take any more.’ His voice was gruff and commanding, making my stomach fill with butterflies.

‘I don’t think I can take any more,’ I said, a whorl of pleasure already peaking.

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