Page 73 of The Candlemaker

The sounds she made started to blend together. Started to crack and fracture the way everything comes apart inside a fire. Her body tightened. Pleasure eatingaway everything but instinct.

“Please,” she begged me—begged herself.

Gritting my teeth, I curled my fingers into her front wall at the same time as my thumb pressed the tight button of her clit. She bowed, her chest pinched in one last breath, teetering on the brink of release.

And I let the wax fall.

This time, the hot splash on her stomach didn’t reel her back from her orgasm but sent her shooting over the edge.

She screamed, coming so hard against my fingers she made my whole arm shake.

“Fuck.” I blew out the candle and tossed it off the mattress.She was going to be the death of me.I grabbed her hips, replaced my fingers with the head of my cock, and buried myself inside her with one hard thrust.

There was no going slow. It was her muscles that pulled me deeper, her body that clutched me tighter. I watched my cock spread her tight pussy beautifully wide. Felt her legs wrap around my waist as she met me thrust for thrust.

My head tipped back, pleasure chewing through my veins like a beast with fangs.

I drove into her with hard, unyielding thrusts, and she took every thick inch of my cock like it was what she was made for.

“Chandler.”She panted. Begged. Choked and gasped. If she was new to wax play, it was a damn safe bet she was new to stacking orgasms. But not for long.

I drove into her with long, sure thrusts, watching pleasure fight pleasureuntil my own threatened to knock me out.

“Chandler…” Her hips bounced. Churned.

“Burn for me,” I ordered roughly. “Burn for me, my little flame.”

Her nails dug into my forearms, her pussy squeezing so fucking tight that I stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. Stopped everything except fucking her until she screamed my name again.

She came like wildfire around me. Hot and unstoppable, her orgasm absolutely destroyed me.

“Fuck,” I swore. The ripple of her tight cunt was too fucking much, and I lost it.

I slammed into her hard and fast, the thrash of her climax igniting the pressure at the base of my spine. I knew nothing but the need to come, and I took it.

My cock swelled. Stretched. And then erupted. I came with a loud roar that shook everything from my bones to the bones of the old inn as I held myself buried inside her, filling her with jet after jet of thick release.

We clung to each other like neither of us had experienced anything like that before.And neither of us were willing to admit it out loud.

What happened after, I only processed in pieces. Kissing her gently. Cleaning us up. Pulling her close. Her slow, rhythmic breaths as she slept. And the words “my little flame”murmured as I pressed my lips to the top of her head, knowing I’d never be the same.

Chapter Eighteen

Chandler

I’d never not wantedto get out of bed like I did at this moment—never wanted to not let go of a woman like this before.

I stared at the soft slope of Frankie’s shoulder. She was tucked against me—had been all night. I rarely physically slept with women, and the handful of times I had in a very distant past, I’d never woken up still holding them. But Frankie…even my unconscious self didn’t want to let her go.

I wanted the warmth of her beside me. Wanted the way she thawed parts of me I didn’t know could still feel.

I tipped my head closer, taking another deep breath of the cinnamon that radiated from her. The scent would never be the same again. It belonged to her. Itwasher.It was everything.And when this was over, I’d have to figure out a way to avoid cinnamon for the rest of my life.

My phone buzzed, the pattern of the sound indicating who it was.Tom.And if it was Tom, it was about Mom.

I rolled to the side, carefully sliding my arm out from under Frankie’s neck, and grabbed my cell from the floor, the screen lighting up instantly with the message.

I’m at Edgewood now. She’s asking for you.

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