Page 111 of Of Flames and Fallacies

Mercifully, he gathers me into his arms and lays me on his bed, hovering over me. As if every waiting moment is agonizing, I sink my frantic fingers into the edge of his pants and pull down. His thick cock springs free. I gape at the naked glory of his body, pulled into touching every inch he’ll allow me. His body is carved into deep angles and lines from years of vigorous training, all the way from his chest down to his hips. The perfect set of abs sit just above his delicious, thick, straining cock. A molten rush of anticipation tingles in the pits of my stomach.

He pulls back to look at my nakedness with a slow lick of his lips. The sight of him alone makes me want to crumble, my knees weak at the uncontrollable desire to sit on his face. Tohave him fuck me and fill me. Touching me, teasing me, and doing all the things I desperately need him to do.

Taking two fingers, he teases my entrance as I eagerly buck against him. He works my delicate flesh, swiping his skilled fingertips up and down, agonizingly slow, until his fingers glisten with me. As I lift my hips to him, silently begging, he finally pushes his fingers into me as I whimper and writhe.

He doesn’t take his time. It’s rough and exhilarating as he pumps hard and fast. I find myself grinding against his hand feverishly. He has me at the pathetic mercy of each stroke, and I’m dipping my head back into the pillows with each delicious slide of his fingers. He adds a third, and I gasp as he eases into me until I’m on fire for something more—forhim.Starving for him to fill the aching need he’s created in me.

I creep closer to an orgasm, my legs shaking. “Darian, please. Slow down, or I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t slow, his eyes wicked as he flicks his tongue across his lips and smiles. “Good girl. You’re going to come for me on my fingers. For the rest of the night, you’re not going to stop coming until I say you can stop. Do you understand?”

I’m not sure if I should be afraid or exhilarated. But I don’t have long to consider which because I burst at the seams and climax around his skilled fingers with a cry.

He lurches forward, stealing my scream with a kiss. His fingers slow inside me as I spasm again and again. As the trembling in my legs subsides, he pulls back from our kiss.

His nose brushes the tip of mine, and his thumb snags at my bottom lip. “If I could bottle that sound...”

I reach out and wrap my fingers around his hard cock, hoping it’s enough that I don’t need to admit aloud I need him.

His heavy lidded eyes flick down to my hand wrapped around his length and back up toward me. His voice comes out on choppy breaths. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

I stroke him, rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Show me how much of an asshole you really are.”

His eyes cloud. A darkness seeps over his features, the light winks out of his expression. Slowing the rhythm of his fingers inside of me to a halt, he removes them. But rather than immediately sinking his cock into me, he flips me over to lay flat on my belly. He rips my hips up, my ass perked up for him. Gripping the width of my hips, he positions himself closer to me. His cock grazes my wetness.

“I’m going to fuck you until you purr, kitten,” he rasps, his voice thick with his own desire. The head of his thick cock sinks into me slowly, pushing deeper inside of me. Every inch of him spreads and stretches me in a burning ache, the fullness of him makes my jaw fall open.

“Fuuuck, you feel good,” he whispers. “Just a little more. You can take one more inch…yes. That’s it. Yes, good girl.”

My insides scream in ecstasy when he finally fills me to the brim. He adopts a delicate roll of his hips into me. Each stroke I surrender more and more, clenching my fists into his sheets. I bite down a muffled cry as he digs his fingers into my hips to steady me while he puts more strength into his thrusts, pounding into me. Hard and quick. To the point I’m clinging to every breath like it may be my last. The wet smack of our naked skin against each other fills the room, and gods, it drives me wild. I never knew how much I needed to hear the sound.

The thickness of him fills me in an enigmatic inferno. He drills into me over and over until I find my hips sliding back impatiently to meet him, chasing his rhythm for more. My lips part to let out a moan.

“Yes. Sing for me,” he begs, his voice shallow and husky. He fucks me faster until we are both moaning in sync. Threading his fingers through my hair, he pulls me up onto my hands andknees. Slamming his hips into me. Harder. And harder. The pressure in me builds until I teeter at the edge, begging for release.

“Come for me. Again,” he whispers against my ear. Reaching his hand down between my legs, he expertly rubs circles against my sensitive clit. With his other hand tangled in my hair, he tears my head back so I’m staring up at the ceiling. He bites into my shoulder as he thrusts in time with his fingers rubbing on my clit.

I unleash a cry as I erupt, shuddering and quaking on his cock. A swim of stars twinkle in my vision as I climax. Gods, I swear my ears ring with how hard I orgasm.

“That’s a good girl,” he growls into my ear.

I’m not sure how much more time passes, as I’m lost in a timeless haze of madness and lust. Only able to focus on the now and how inexplicably feral he makes me. But I do know I climax at least three more times. I’ve fallen into his sheets and pillows, unable to keep myself upright on my trembling arms and legs. I’m lost to his utter control and intoxication while he fucks me into the squeaking mattress.

When I throatily scream into his pillow, spasming around his cock for a sixth time, something changes.

He spreads my legs wider as he drills into me, his voice tight and choppy. “Gods, your scream is going to make me come—”

He roars.

If it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve heard yet, I’m not sure what would top it. He fills me with his release, his pumping slows to a stop until he pulls out of me. He collapses onto the bed beside me with a huff, his breath sawing in and out of his chest. My heart slows from a race to a sink. The fog of my desire fades and melts away. Overwhelming regret looms as I come down from the earth shattering highs.

What have I done?

thirty-one

ME AND YOU

“See you tomorrow,” Darian casually rumbles, his eyes closed as he still lies naked on the bed.

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