Page 72 of Burn for Me

Each heady stroke extended my orgasm, making my body shudder around him.

The sounds falling from my lips were animal-like. Truly, I sounded like his pet.

‘It’s too good,’ he groaned, every deep sound coming from him only making me hotter. ‘I’m going to come.’

‘Fill me,’ I begged, wanting him to mark my last hole as his.

Phoenix wrapped both of his hands around my neck, pulling me harshly against him as he fucked my ass with abandon, the intense stretch making me sob. Despite my cries, my body reacted to his deep thrusts by tensing around him, a final, muscle quaking orgasm making me scream out into the storming night.

Phoenix tensed, his hands tightening around my throat, stealing my breath as he unloaded deep inside me, filling me to bursting with his hot cum.

‘I love you,’ he stuttered, his hands dropping to my chest and stomach, his panting breath against my shoulder. ‘More than I ever thought I could love anyone.’

His sweet words were the end of me. I broke completely, tears falling, great heaving sobs wracking my body.

I wanted to reply, to tell him I loved him too, but I couldn’t.

He’d truly fucked me into oblivion.

THIRTY-SIX

Phoenix

Itucked Laura into the bed, wrapping the duvet round her and sliding beside her. She’d barely spoken since our intense session, so I’d carried her into the cabin, cleaned us up and soothed her.

She shivered beneath the duvet, my arms covering her as I petted her hair, waiting for sleep to claim her.

I’d told her I loved her.

I tried not to let the fact she hadn’t said it back grate on me. Giving into the attraction had come much later for her than I, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t get there. Plus, she’d been in no fit state to say anything after we’d fucked.

Silken strands of hair slipped between my fingers, her breathing settling as she warmed back up. Soon, her breathing settled into a slow, rhythmic beat, and I wallowed in my self pity for just a little longer.

I could only hope she’d get to where I was. Because I was all in for her.

Soaking up her sweet presence, I let my mind wander to the place I’d been trying so hard to distract her from.

Massimo.

Despite being as off the radar as I could, I knew his poisonous claws ran deep in Scotland. If he set his heart on it, he wouldn’t settle until we were both dead.

Laura’s cheeks flushed, her eyelashes fluttering against them as she sank into a deeper sleep.

Grabbing a hoodie and jogging pants, I headed for the kitchen, making myself a strong cup of coffee. Taking a sip, I screwed up my nose and promptly spat the horrible liquid into the sink.

Urgh. Why were people so obsessed withthat?

I swilled my mouth out with water and topped up a glass.

With the storm picking up, we were anchored for the night, but sleep felt a million miles from my head. The intense play should have left me ready to crash alongside my girl, but all the worries I’d stolen from Laura only seemed to compound mine.

Pulling up the boat's computer, I logged into the roaming Wi-Fi. The VPN I used should dissuade anything from tracing back to me.

Using the digital access I had to my phone number, I made a brief log in to the web version of the number.

A series of messages pinged up. A few jobs. A few cancellations of the offers, either because it was too late, or more worryingly because they’d heard Massimo was looking for me and didn’t want to hire a dead man walking.

There were no messages from Massimo. He wasn’t the sort to rant down a text message like an angry teenager.

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