Page 122 of Fear the Flames
My angel.
The last lap of his tongue shatters me. I scream his name, gasping for air as he chases my orgasm, licking and sucking on my clit until I’ve come down from my high. He places a few kisses on my inner thighs before slowly getting to his feet and kissing his way up my body. My shaking hands remain in his hair, and my legs fall limp on either side of him in the aftermath of what he’s done.
There’s no trace of cockiness or sarcasm in his eyes, just pure desire. I raise my shaking body on my elbows again and press my lips into his. I taste myself on his lips and deepen our kiss. I begin to crawl back on the bed, and he follows until my head is resting against the pillows and his hips are settled between my legs.
“Is this still okay, beautiful?” he asks while stroking a thumb down my cheek. His question takes me off guard. My throat constricts as I take in his sincere expression. That question shouldn’t be a rarity, it should be the norm, but it’s not. For most of my life, my body never felt like it was my own. It was beaten and chained without my consent; that was my reality for so long. Then, when I was old enough, I tried finding pleasure in positive ways. But I could never form a connection with any man I had been with. I was just a body, never a person. No matter how much I scrubbed my skin, their handprints remained. Those trysts left me feeling hollower and more alone than I had been before they happened. I thought something was wrong with me because I couldn’t find pleasure in the ways I sought it out, but I just wanted someone to wantme. I’ve been discarded, beaten, hidden, and unwanted for most of my life. I just wanted one person to look at me and want me exactly as I am.
Cayden wants me.
He knows me.
I’m more than just a body or a game.
I tighten my hold on his neck and bring his face closer to mine.
“I’ve never been with anyone as myself,” I confess, his lips are just an inch away, and I can already feel them pulling me in. Possessiveness flashes in his eyes before he blinks it away.
“Then I’m honored to be the first, Elowen Atarah,” he reconnects our lips, “but I must confess that I intend on being the last.”
I bite down on his bottom lip, and a groan rips free from his throat. I reach between our bodies and glide my hand down his toned torso to grip his hard length. I slide my hand up and down his shaft, rubbing my thumb over the tip. “You want my cock?” His tone is rough.
“Please,” I sigh against his lips as my core pounds for him. He reaches down to remove my hand and positions himself at my entrance. He slowly starts to push himself in, and pain flares low in my abdomen. I suck in a sharp breath and dig my nails into his back.
“Relax, angel. I won’t be able to fit if you don’t relax,” he says in a strained voice. “We can go as slow as you need.”
“More,” I grit my teeth. I want all of him, I want him to fill me.
He pushes more of himself into me and reaches forward to grab the headboard. “Fuck,” he curses, closing his eyes briefly to gather himself.
“More,” I urge him again, my voice close to a whimper. “Give me all of you.” That’s all the persuading he needs, his hips sharply jut forward, and his thick cock is fully sheathed inside of me.
I scream into the crook of his neck, and he continues to rock himself in and out of me. I pull my head out of his neck as the pain melts into intense pleasure. He grinds himself deeper the wetter he makes me, brushing against my clit before pulling out and doing it all over again. He lets out a deep groan when I start moving my hips against his, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, dropping his head and capturing my lips. He presses more of his weight onto me, and his new position increases the drag on my clit. I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist again, allowing him to push deeper inside of me.
“Cayden, fuck,” I grit out against his lips, “faster.”
He increases his pace, slamming his hips into mine, “Is this what you wanted? Me fucking you just like this?” His hand tightens on the headboard as he drills into me. His muscles flex so deliciously. He gives me a sharp thrust from a different angle, and I squeal. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Now, tell me—am I fucking you just how you wanted? Taking all of me like the greedy queen you are.”
“Yes.” I tilt my head down to watch him fuck me without mercy. Cayden is a commander inside the bedroom and outside of it. Every stroke he makes exudes power, control, and dominance. “You’re fucking me just how I want.”
He abruptly pulls out of me, and I try to pull him back in, instantly feeling empty. A smirk crosses his features while he grabs me and flips me on my stomach. “Put your hands on the damn headboard, angel.” I do as he commands, gripping the headboard and arching my back for him while spreading my legs. I look back at him over my shoulder and watch him drink me in while fisting his cock. He releases a groan before coming closer and gripping my hips. I turn my head forward when he sharply enters me and doesn’t give me time to adjust before he starts pounding into me. I grip the headboard that fiercely bangs into the wall in tune with his thrusts.
“Oh my gods,” I moan as he fucks me with hard strokes. He reaches forward and wraps one hand in my hair, hauling me back against his chest while he continues to pump in and out of me. His other hand drops to my clit, rubbing fast circles. I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out in pleasure.
“The gods aren’t in the bedroom, I am. You scream my fucking name. No god or man will ever fuck you like I can,” his tone is unhinged, ravenous.
“Yes, Cayden,” I feel myself tighten around him, and he lets out a deep moan. I’m close again. I can feel the pressure building, and I want to shatter for a second time with him inside of me. “I want to look at you.” His teeth and tongue skim my neck again, and I grind down onto him, noises of pleasure flying from my lips.
“Your noises,” a sharp thrust. “My name on your lips,” another sharp thrust. “They’re things I would kill for,” he groans while pulling out. I nearly collapse in his arms; he’s worked my body so thoroughly that I’m limp with pleasure. He lays me on my back and crawls on top of me, resuming his pace of intense thrusts. One of his arms rests on the pillow next to my head, and his other arm is snaked around my waist, keeping me close. His groan is cut off as he tries to control himself. I don’t want him to control himself; I want him to be as lost in me as I am in him.
“Did you touch yourself after the brothel?” I lean forward to kiss his neck.
“Elowen,” he moans, thrusts faltering for a second before regaining their pace.
“Did you think of me?” I suck and bite on his sensitive flesh while dragging my nails down his back.
“Yes,” he groans.
