Page 65 of Blazing Desires
Chapter 27
Never Again
Davina
Ican’t help reminiscing on our time together as I lay awake in his arms, not wanting to deal with what today will bring.
Blaze and I have fallen into an easy routine while planning my father’s downfall. He’s made me breakfast every day, his chocolate chip pancakes being my favourite. We’ve spent each day going over our plan and he’s taught me a few self-defence moves to free myself should someone try to grab me or hold on to me.
We ate lunch and dinner together, talking about what we’d missed while growing up, what our favourite colours are and seasons we love. In the evening, we watched our favourite movies, or he read to me until I fell asleep.
Blaze had picked up my favourite book when packing for us before we left. The night he’d pulled it out of my bag to show me, I’d nearly cried all over again. I made him come to bed so I could thank him with my body.
I can’t get enough of him—the way he touches me, speaks to me, and holds me has me desperate for him. I want to crawl inside his veins and never leave him, never lethimleaveme. I sound crazy even to myself with the things I think about him.There’s so much history between us and while I still cannot shake the feeling that something is amiss, I trust him.
I’ve fallen for him.
I ignore the whirlwind of my thoughts and curl into his large, warm frame. If this is the last time I get to be with him, all of him, I’m going to make the most of it. I dust kisses along his collarbone and over the column of his exposed throat, stroking my fingers over the firm ridges of his muscled chest, tracing over the lines of his tattoos.
I move my hand lower, paying attention to his abs and the dip in his hips where the sheets are barely covering his lower half. A light dusting of hair trails a path to where the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen is waiting for me. My kisses dip lower over his pecs, and a soft moan falls from his lips, making me smile against his skin.
I love hearing the sounds my touch draws from him and the noises he makes when he fucks me. I continue pressing my lips on his body and sneak glances at his cock as it twitches beneath the sheets, already hard and waiting for me to taste. It’s my turn to moan. No matter how many times he’s made me orgasm, I still want more.
“Morning to you too, baby.”
His voice is rough with sleep making it deeper than normal and I clench my thighs tight to ride the throb in my core as it reacts to the sound. One of my legs is wrapped around his which means I’m squeezing his thigh, giving me away. He’s awake in an instant as his eyes zone in on the movement, his left hand reaching out to twirl a strand of my hair around his fingers.
“Fuck, I can feel your soaking wet pussy dripping down my thigh, love. If this is how you’re going to wake me in the morning, you’re never leaving my bed.”
He rotates us until we’re on our sides, easily taking me with him until my back is to his chest and his hard cock is digging intomy ass. His soft breaths caress my ear as he takes my wrists in one hand and holds them together. His grip is loose, and I relax further knowing I can get free if I want to.
He uses his free hand to trace the curves of my body. I shiver at the contact and my nipples harden in anticipation. His hand dips and he palms the swell of my breast, pinching and twisting my nipple hard. I arch into him with a moan, trapping his cock between us.
“I’m going to fuck you long and slow, love. I want to savour pumping my cock into you, memorising the sounds you make until you come.”
He’s lavishing attention on my nipples with one hand while his words are driving me crazy. My desire is dripping between my legs and I open them slightly, inviting him to tuck his cock close to my slit. I close my thighs and he rocks his hips into me, using me to stroke him. I relish in the sounds he makes.
“I don’t even need to be inside of you, and I could fucking come. Spill my seed between these pretty thighs of yours.”
I move my hips with him to make it happen, happy to give it to him if it’s what he wants.
“Open up for me, baby. Let me fuck you into oblivion like this,Quaeso., please.”
I do as he asks. There’s nothing he could ask for that I would deny him. He lines himself with my entrance and drags the tip of his cock slowly through my folds and we both hiss at the delicious sensation.
With agonising slowness, he pushes in, holding me in place so I can’t rush the movement like my body wants me to. He’s savouring the way I feel, and it’s a beautiful kind of torture. He takes me inch by inch until our hips are connected and he’s fully seated within me. He holds me like that for a few moments, our bodies pressed together, unmoving.
“You feel so good Blaze. You’re so big.”
He lets go of my wrists to tangle his fingers with mine, keeping them above my head.
“So fucking perfect, Mea Divina. You were made for me, do you understand?’ he whispers.
“Yes.”
It comes out breathily as he slowly drags his cock out of me, entering me again at his own leisure. My body is on fire. He repeats the movement, taking his time as my orgasm slowly builds within me. I arch my back, trying to get him deeper. It’s incredible, and it feels like a lot more than fucking. Tears well in my eyes at the tender way he’s holding me, whispering his praise in my ear.
Good girl,you take me so well, you’re mine.
