Page 65 of Burn for Me

He pushed a fourth finger inside me before grinning up at me with his slash mouthed smile. ‘You’ll take a whole lifetime of it, my little ember.’

His nickname for me fell over me as he pried another orgasm from my sweat and blood caked body. I screamed, tugging at the bedsheets while he doubled down with his tongue against my clit. My vision blurred and my breath ceased as the pleasure peaked, another gush of hot liquid flooding the bed around us.

‘Phoenix,’ I cried, my whole body quaking uncontrollably.

That rugged laugh met me, right against my soaked pussy.

‘Saying my name like that only fuels me, baby. Now, come for me again, my fiery one. Soak us both in your need.’

Within minutes, he had me back at the precipice, both begging for more, and crying with overwhelm.

Soon the orgasms rolled into one long rollercoaster, draining my body until I was nothing but a limp, useless form on the bed. Only then did he climb into bed, spooning me as I spaced out.

His hard dick filled me, and I sobbed from how swollen my pussy had become, from the height of the emotions he’d wrung from me.

‘Sweet Laura,’ he crooned as he thrust tenderly inside me. ‘My perfect cumwhore. You want me to fill you up don’t you?’

Through tears I stuttered. ‘Yes.’

‘You are mine,’ he growled against my neck, his hips crushing into my ass as he inhaled me fully. ‘And I’m going tomake sure I never leave you unsatisfied. I’ll fill you until you fucking burst.’

My head swam, his words both thrilling and soothing. Never had I felt a man so obsessed with me. Me?! My imperfect body drove him to this level of compulsion. How?

‘And one day, I’m going to fill you with so much cum, you’ll grow round with my children. I’ll make you my wife, then breed you. We’ll grow a perfect little family.’

The words made me hot. They shouldn’t have. I wasn’t an animal to be bred upon his whim. But the idea of him fucking his babies into me made a dirty coil of pleasure curl inside.

‘Not yet,’ I murmured, turning my head to meet his torn lips, not caring when they smeared mine with a fresh layer of scarlet.

‘No, not yet. I’m going to be selfish with you first. Spend years with you all to myself. Finding out every way I can make you see stars with my tongue, my fingers and my cock. You’ll scream a thousand orgasms to the stars before I breed you, but when I do, you’ll spread those thighs and take it like a good girl, won’t you?’

Fucking hell.

I couldn’t even answer, because with a violent scoop of his hips, he was filling me with hot streams of cum, and I fell right over the edge with him again, my pussy convulsing so hard it stopped him even being able to thrust.

He was right.

I was all his.

THIRTY-TWO

Phoenix

Laura’s face was a picture of concentration as she threaded the needle through the scrappy skin. I fought the grimace brought on by the painful tugging.

‘You should have gone to a hospital,’ she admonished, those big eyes fixing on me. I couldn’t talk without disturbing her mending, so I let her tell me off. Not caring as long as she was still pressed up against me, her legs in my lap while she stitched me up.

‘I’m not exactly someone who excels in needlepoint.’

With gentle touches, she cradled my face as she worked. Mint mingled on her breath where we’d cleaned up after our messy morning.

It was all worth it.

Worth the pain. Worth the blood. Worth the fear.

Making her come against my tongue had been the pinnacle of anything I’d ever known. Power had surged through me at the demented sounds my mouth had wrangledfrom her pleasure engulfed body. I was completely, and utterly, addicted.

I’d been so unsure on whether the words would come, whether my vocal cords would even still work. The years of humming along with my music must have kept them in working order. Communicating my thoughts with Laura, without the delays or the difficulties, had been thrilling. So much so, it pained me to have to sit still while she sewed my torn skin into some sort of lips.

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