Page 26 of Heron's Flame

If I ever had any doubt that Heron wanted me, it was blown apart the second our eyes locked. I’d felt lust and need—the urgency for release and the building of an orgasm. I wasn’t a virgin, and I had gotten myself off plenty since I was old enough to feel my body’s urges. But the heated, intense, and powerful look in Heron’s eyes put any experience I had before this to shame.

God. He could burn me to ashes with that stare.

Eyes so dark they appeared to resemble coal swept over me and lingered on the vee between my legs. I purposely wore these shorts, knowing they would send him over the edge. I didn’t want to wait to feel him inside me or fight the breathless need constricting my chest. Why did I prolong this, to begin with? Why put off the pleasure?

Because nothing felt as good as my man’s hungry gaze raking across my skin.

Only when his cock entered me would I finally feel its match.

“Spark.”

He called me that in front of everyone—our secret nickname. I doubted any of the club members, ol’ ladies, or club girls noticed before this moment. Something in my lower belly unfurled, and wicked heat spread throughout my groin. I almost moaned with how intense and erotic the sensations felt. They coursed through me, pulsing in my core.

Before I could stop myself, my hips undulated, begging for his touch.

Heron blocked the view from most of the room as his body draped mine. His voice lowered, raspy and delicious as he spoke into my ear. “I will fuck you right here, Rebel, and prove to every man who watches that this pussy belongs to me. Don’t think Iwon’t get off knowing that it’s me causing you to spasm and cry out as you come. I’ll fill and stretch you as the whole club sees my cock plunging into your tight hole. Do. Not. Tempt. Me.”

His ragged breathing on the shell of my ear sent shivers down my spine. “Then carry me to your room, Heron. Take me. I need you.”

He released a pent-up breath, moving slightly until our foreheads touched. “This is it, Rebel. After I fuck you, you’re mine.”

He needed assurances that I wanted him, that I craved him with the same wild abandonment. I lifted my hand to caress his jaw, but he caught my wrist.

“If you’re asking for my consent, Heron, I granted it when I texted you the naked pic.”

His hold tightened, but not enough to hurt. “I’m on the edge, Love.”

“Take me to bed,” I ordered, softer this time. “I want to come as I say your name.”

“Not Heron.”

“No,” I agreed. Manu.

He wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me off the pool table, gripping my ass as he spun and turned toward the hall.

A few whistles and lewd comments followed after us, but I doubt Heron noticed. He seemed thoroughly focused on getting to his room as quickly as possible.

Once we entered, he shut and locked the door. My feet rested on the floor as he released me. With a tick of his chin, he gestured to the bed. “Strip.” I caught the clenching of his fists as he worked to control his body and the tone of his voice. “Slowly,” he added with a growl.

I did as instructed, kicking off my boots first, followed by my shorts. I unsnapped the buttons, pulling on the zipper until theywere loose enough to tug down my hips. The material fell to the floor with a whisper. I stood in my red lacey thong and reached for my shirt, lifting it over my breasts and head, tossing it aside. The matching bra stood out against my skin.

The desired effect was achieved, and I smiled in triumph when I noticed his pupils dilate.

“Wait.” He panted as he took a step closer. “Get on the bed.”

Knowing it would entice him further, I opted to climb onto it, remaining on my hands and knees as I awaited further instructions. I could feel him close the distance between us. As I turned my head, I caught his predatory movements.

“Red,” he whispered. “My favorite color.”

I didn’t know that before now. Perfect.

“Head down. Ass up. Legs wide, Love.”

I obeyed. Resting my cheek on my hands, I tried to spread wide for him, aching for his touch and hoping every second he would release me from the sweet torment already beginning to build.

“I can see you glistening, and I haven’t touched you yet.”

He was right. The material between my legs already felt damp.

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