Page 59 of Rescuing Ember

Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me closer. Every point of contact burns, and every shared breath draws us deeper into this thing between us.

“I need to be inside you,” I grit out through clenched teeth, nearly feral with the primal drive to claim and conquer, to take what’s mine.

Her back arches against the wall, warmth radiating from where our bodies meet. The heat of her skin against mine sends shockwaves coursing through me, electric and intoxicating. Each gasp that escapes her lips ignites a firestorm of need.

Hunger swells within, primal and fierce, demanding to be fed. I lose myself in her—every fiery glance and every fleeting touch ignites memories of her courage and defiance.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget the feel of my cock splitting you open.” I murmur against her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips.

“Please,” Ember whimpers, rocking against me. “Stop teasing and show me.” Ember’s hips undulate, seeking friction. Her slick heat burns through the last of my restraint.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her slick skin, pinching and rolling her neglected nipple between my fingers. “Let me hear you. Tell me how much you want this.”

“So much,” Ember whimpers, squirming in my bruising grip. “Please, Blaze. I need you inside me. I want to be yours, only yours.”

“Careful what you wish for.” I hiss through clenched teeth, her husky plea stoking the flames of my desire. My hips surge forward in emphasis, grinding my rigid shaft against her soaked folds. Ember cries out, back bowing off the wall.

“If I fuck you…” I rasp, trailing biting kisses along her collarbone as I tug her thighs wider apart, opening her to me completely. Tearing her panties away, baring her dripping sex to my hungry gaze. “You’re. Mine.”

Each heartbeat is like a drum, urging me on. I grind my rigid shaft against her belly, letting her feel the extent of my hunger.

I nip at her racing pulse. “I’ll sink into your tight, wet heat and never leave.”

Her breath hitches, and she trembles.

“Is that what you want? For me to fuck you? Make you mine?”

“Yes,” Ember hisses, nails digging into my shoulders. “I’m yours, all yours, just please, I need to feel?—”

I cut her off with a brutal kiss, plunging my tongue past her parted lips to claim her mouth. Ember whimpers into the seam of my lips, surrendering to the plunder of my kiss. Tearing my mouth away, I palm her breasts roughly, pinching and tugging at her sensitive nipples until she’s writhing against me, head thrashing from side to side.

Dragging my lips down the column of her throat, I nip and suck at her racing pulse, marking her as mine. My hand drifts lower, fingers delving into her soaked folds to circle her aching bud. Ember cries out, hips bucking wildly into my touch.

“Do you feel that?” I work her ruthlessly, plunging two fingers deep into her clenching channel while teasing her swollen clit.

It stokes the fire, pulling me deeper into the inferno we’ve ignited. Her head tilts back against the wall. Her fingers curl into my shoulders, short nails biting into my skin.

I fish a condom out of the back pocket of my trousers. Inching them down my hips, freeing my cock. With a rip of foil, I roll the condom down my length.

“This what you want, baby?” I rasp against her slick skin, curling my fingers just so. “Want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cock until you can’t remember your name?”

“Yes, please,” Ember sobs, shamelessly fucking herself on my hand, chasing her release. I bring her right to the brink before withdrawing completely, leaving her shuddering on the edge.

“Not yet,” I murmur darkly.

Each gasp and every touch pulls us further from the world outside, erasing any remnants of hesitation or fear. The room shrinks until it’s just us, a cocoon of shared warmth, breath, and pounding hearts. I need to feel all of her—beneath the bruises of the past, buried so deep within her.

Soft moans melt into the air between us, layering the charged atmosphere with a heady sweetness. I taste her desire, the bitter-sweet sacrifice of trust, and it’s intoxicating. I break the kiss instantly, my breath ragged, searching her eyes.

“Blaze,” she gasps, her voice a sweet melody laced with urgency.

The way she says my name sends a thrill racing through me.

“Yes?” I bury my face against her neck, inhaling—her scent, a heady mix of lavender and something indefinably hers. Each breath pulls me deeper, grounding me in this moment where nothing matters but us.

“If you don’t fuck me now…”

A rush of adrenaline surges through my veins. With one brutal snap of my hips, I bury myself to the hilt in her soaked heat.

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