Page 79 of Burn for Me

Without a clear reason how, she had us both naked beneath the orange hued sky, our limbs entangled in a sweet knot.

We’d fucked, but never had anyone touched me with such reverence. Every stroke of her lips infused my skin with adoration, and I returned her touches with impassioned pleas of my own.

Finally I understood the difference betweenfucking and making love. Each motion of our sweat slicked bodies cried out our love to the world around us, our panting breaths like smoke signals dispersing into the universe, alerting all to our need for one another.

When she took me between her thighs, her lips spelled out lust filled incantations along my neck. I pulled her face to mine, devouring her sweet sighs as pleasure blossomed from every part of me she touched.

‘He can’t take this,’ she moaned between feverish kisses. ‘He can never take this.’

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I lost myself in her soft body, feeling her wrap her love around me. It was a feeling I’d been missing since childhood, and it both mended me and broke me afresh.

‘I’ll love you until the rivers run dry,’ I moaned against her lips. ‘Until the stars perish and the moon ceases to rise. Until the world can no longer sustain our souls.’

Her cheeks were wet as she came apart beneath me, her orgasm slow and tortured, her tears flowing when I let go and gave her my everything. My cum spilled as freely as the tears dashing my cheeks.

All the anger I’d stored up since that fateful day which had stolen my future came running out of me. It filled her womb, and splashed her cheeks. I poured it into her mouth as I swallowed down her own needy sobs.

We watered the earth with our bodies, giving a plea out to the universe. Our love was worth saving.

If anyone was looking down over us, I only hoped they’d find us worthy of survival.

If not I’d spend whatever lives I moved onto searching for my perfect burning ember.

Waiting for her to set my world alight once again.

FORTY-ONE

Laura

The dingy motel down the street from the industrial estrange reeked of decades old cigarette smoke and body odour.

I sat gingerly on the end of the bed, clinging to the attackers phone, glad to have managed to change the password so we didn’t need to carry a rotting thumb all the way down to Birmingham with us.

Phoenix stood by the window, peering through a crack in the curtains. He’d already cased out the warehouse ahead of the meeting. From what he could see, there were four men posted on the outside, two at each entrance. Massimo clearly had believed the ruse, to have so few men guarding the place.

Albeit, he would have his personal henchmen with him when he arrived, no doubt.

The phone buzzed in my lap, making my fingers light up where they clenchedthe screen.

Hope you had fun last night breaking her in. Get her cleaned up. I want her to look fit for being my fiancée.

The previous night, when we’d awaited more instructions, Massimo had informed the remaining bounty hunter he could use me as a reward. It made me sick to my stomach. Phoenix had pretended to be the man, mimicking his voice while also crackling a packet near the receiver to make the signal appear disjointed. The veins in his neck had protruded as he fought to stay calm, fighting the urge to tear Massimo a new one over the phone.

It was all becoming very real.

Less than one hour until show time.

‘There’s his car,’ Phoenix said, holding the binoculars up to his eyes and moving them faintly in line with what must have been the car.

My stomach knotted. In just over an hour I could be free.

Or dead.

‘He’s only brought two guys. They’re big, and armed. With pistols at least.’

I gulped down the lump in my throat, the phone trembling in my hands.

Phoenix watched them for a few more minutes, until they walked into the warehouse.

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