Page 38 of Stolen Fire
She whined at the loss of his lips. At least he was panting. She whipped her shirt over her head. Cifer’s gaze branded her with its intensity. She froze.
What was he thinking?
Too pale?
Were her boobs too big?
When she wasn’t in shapeless coveralls, she wore loose shirts, ordered them a size larger than she needed. Maybe he didn’t like big tits. She lifted her arms to cover her chest, but Cifer reached out, a blur of movement, and stopped her.
“Don’t.” His voice was thick and low. Stepping closer, he released her arms and trailed his fingers across her chest, below her neck but not touching her breasts. He lifted his gaze. “Who stole your fire?”
“Fire?”
“You are your name—Blaize—igniting desire so deep in me, setting me on fire. Yet, I see the doubts trace across your face.” He caressed her cheek. “And I want to hurt whoever gave them to you.” His fingers trailed lower. “So soft.”
Emboldened by his desire, she released the clasp holding her bra closed and dropped her hand without parting the cups to free them. Cifer’s eyes dilated in the low light, but the ring was white. Not pale like hers—white, with black lines radiating from the pupil. Those were the eyes she’d caught flashes of, but this time, they remained. He drew his hand down her chest and gripped one side of her bra and paused, asking her permission silently. She nodded, a tiny little movement that meant he could do what he wanted. With his other hand, he gripped the silky fabric, and he parted the panels to free her.
He didn’t look—he kept his eyes locked on hers—but he caressed and stroked and gripped her flesh. Pressed his hands underneath and felt their weight. He teased her nipples with his fingers. Her buds tightened to hard points. He pinched them, and when she would have protested, he captured her mouth with his. His body pressed against hers. He still had his shirt on. She pulled the sides of the fabric, but the top didn’t come loose. Cifer released her mouth and removed not only his shirt, but all of his clothes in a flash, setting them carefully on a low chest. They settled into a gray mass, looking nothing like what he’d been wearing. The oddity didn’t hold her attention long because he stood before her, boldly naked.
The sight of him was magnificent.
There were more muscles on his arms and abdomen and legs than she’d ever seen on another humanoid. His warm copper skin seemed to almost shimmer, like it was luminous. He was stunning. When she finally let herself look at his cock, her heart raced, and she couldn’t draw a breath.
There was no way. He was…thick.
And long.
Even his balls were big and heavy.
He’d break her with that thing.
But she wanted him. Wanted him to stretch her and ruin her. Leave her body used and aching. Instead of running, she toed off her boots and slid out of her pants, leaving her panties on as a last flare of panic hit her.
“You were made for me.” Cifer spoke as if his thoughts had sneaked out. He gripped her hips in his hands and spun her so her back pressed to his chest. She could see them reflected in the screen, her ghostly pale skin, his shining brown warmth. His white eyes caught hers in the image. That’s right. He hid too. She’d never seen his real eyes before that moment. He still had secrets.
He kissed her neck, licked the crease where it joined her shoulder, and suddenly, she didn’t care if he was hiding something. She tilted her head, giving him more access to her skin.
He pushed the band of her panties down over her hips and let them skim down her long legs. She stepped out carefully, not wanting to fall. When she returned to their reflection, what she saw took her breath away. Cifer was pale, the exact shade of her skin. Where her head rested on his chest, he was deep red, identical to her hair. She blended perfectly. For the first time in her life, she didn’t stand out like a warning light on a control panel. Tears filled her eyes. “You’re so lucky. I’d give anything to be able to blend.” She shuddered. “To belong.”
“You can belong to me. Or I’ll belong to you. I’m yours. If you want me. Even if you don’t,” he said softly in her hair.
Wordless, she turned and pressed him back to the brightly covered bed.
“Go back. I want to see you.”
A brief frown crossed his face. His skin slowly took on the luminous copper shade she was familiar with but suspected was an illusion as much as the pale skin had been. She didn’t care. He was hers. At least for this moment in time.
She straddled his hips, pressing his hard length between her wet lips of her pussy and his stomach. She rocked her hips once. Cifer groaned, and she couldn’t hide her satisfied grin.
He narrowed his eyes. “You like that. Teasing me.”
She smiled, a seductive grin that felt foreign. “I want to tease you and torment you and then take you inside and ride you until we both come undone. I want to please you. Make us forget the past and only be here. Now.”
Cifer slid his hands up her thighs, holding her gently.
Blaize leaned forward and kissed him. He rose to meet her. She broke away, compelled to know every part of him. She traced her lips down his neck and over his chest with little nibbling kisses, noting where he shivered and where he jumped. He was ticklish in one tiny spot—right where his arm connected to his body. She nipped him tenderly before moving on. Every time she moved, kissing his nipples, licking them, her hips rocked, coating his cock in her desire.
“Please,” Cifer begged, pain in his voice.
