UP IN FLAMES

He laughed, dropping his forehead to hers. “I was thinking you wanted to tell me something else.”

She reached up, spreading her palm against his cheek. The words were surprisingly easier to say than she could’ve ever imagined. “I love you.”

His eyes fell shut as he sucked in a deep breath. “I’m glad we don’t need to fight again for you to admit that.”

“Me, too,” she whispered, stretching up and kissing him softly. “Don’t you have something you want to say?”

“Remember my fantasy?” His lashes lifted. “The one I told you about?”

Paul cleared his throat behind them, but it went largely ignored.

That wasn’t what she was looking for, but she would go with this. “Yes. I remember.”

“And look at you. Your hair pulled back, wearing one of those god-awful suits. I think you did that on purpose.”

A smile teased her lips. “I might have.”

“Hmm,” he murmured as he reached around, gently unwrapping the bun and letting her hair fall down her back. “And why did you do that?”

“I thought it might help my case.”

He took her hand and pressed it to his groin. “It’s helped something.”

Her womb clenched. Hot, tight shudders racked her body. “I can see.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Alaric dipped his head, brushing his lips over hers. She opened her mouth, inviting him in as she clasped her arms loosely behind his neck. With that, his kiss became urgent, deepening. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the raw intensity of his kiss. Her senses overloaded as his tongue slipped over her tongue.

“All right, you two have an audience. Seriously,” said Paul. “And I think I’m going to be scarred for life. Hell,”

“There’s the door,” Alaric said, never taking his eyes off Vanessa’s. “I suggest you make use of it and close it behind you, or you’re about to get an eyeful.”

“Yeah, that is not something I want to see. Or hear.”

Vanessa’s cheeks were burning, but so was the blood in her veins. The longer Alaric stared at her, the more she knew how badly he wanted her.

Paul walked out and Vanessa sucked in a sharp breath as then the door closed behind him. Now she could focus on Alaric.

“You don’t plan on wearing this suit again, do you?” he asked, voice husky.

Her stomach fluttered. “No. Never again.”

“Good. Because it’s not going to be in one piece in a few seconds.”

She could barely breathe, let alone think as he pulled the suit off her shoulders, tossing it aside. He paused, pressed a kiss to her jaw, a tender move that caused her heart to skip in her chest. Then he fisted his hands in the front of her blouse and yanked it. At the sound of the material ripping, her body flushed hot. Her shoes and pants followed quickly and within seconds, she was standing in his foyer, dressed only in her bra and panties.

Alaric stepped back, his gaze soaking her up, and then he hooked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down. Her bra came next. In his haste, he broke the fragile clasp. She didn’t care. She wanted him, only him. And she wasn’t just going to stand by.

She got her hands under the hem of his shirt and tugged it off, then her fingers went to the button on his jeans. With his help, she pulled them and his boxer briefs off. His erection pressed against her belly as he backed her up against the door, fitting his body against hers.

She’d never look at this door the same again. No way.

“Tell me again,” he murmured against her cheek, slipping his hand between her thighs, cupping her intimately. “Just say those three little words for me again.”

“What words?” Her hips surged forward, grinding against his thigh and his hand. Pleasure spiked, making her dizzy and breathless.

Alaric growled low in his throat as he grabbed her hip, stilling her movements. “You know exactly what I want to hear you say again.”

Kissing the underside of his jaw, she moved restlessly against him. She wanted to drown in him. “I love you.”

“That’s my girl.” He wore a wicked grin as his thumb smoothed over her clit.

She reached down to return the favor, but he started to kiss down her throat, making a slow descent. His hair tickled her breasts as he drifted between them, and a soft sound caught in her throat as his tongue laved over the tips of her breasts and then down below, circling her navel.

Alaric knelt before her, spreading her legs wide. Lust slammed into her as he grasped her hips. His tongue glided from her navel to just above the bundle of nerves. He kissed her inner thigh, nuzzling the slick crease. The air left her lungs, and then he sliced her open with his tongue. He captured her flesh with his mouth, parting her lips with firm, determined strokes of his tongue. She cried out as he sucked at her.

Lost in the raw sensations, she grasped his hair and rocked her hips against his mouth. He growled in pleasure, dipping his tongue in and out. Her back arched, heart pounded. His tongue worked her until she was thrusting unabashedly, panting heavily. The intensity built until her body liquefied as he moved on to her clit and added a finger. His sucking and thrusting matched the tempo of her hips. She bucked and climaxed with such force that her knees went weak. He caught her, keeping his mouth on her, soaking up every last drop while her body spasmed with sweet aftershocks.

And then he stood up, grasping her hips as he lifted, and entered her deeply. He didn’t move, just remained there as her body dampened his. Then he slowly withdrew, eliciting a whimper from her.

“You know what I want.” His voice was dark and rich with seduction.

Vanessa didn’t know until he had her on her hands and knees on the foyer floor and he’d knelt behind her. His hand curved over her bottom and she clenched up, expecting a sharp slap. Instead, he slipped a finger into her and then pulled out. A wicked thrill trilled through her blood.

“Yes,” she moaned, rocking back, gasping as the pressure increased.

“Good God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”

Then she felt his erection replacing his fingers. Her muscles tensed with anticipation. She knew this would be rough. It would be raw. It would be what she wanted.

“God,” he said, voice guttural. He smoothed a hand down her spine and then grasped her hips. “Tell me how badly you want this.” When she didn’t respond, his hand moved back up her spine, his fingers wrapping around the edges of her hair. He tugged hard enough to send a wave of prickles across her skull and another shudder deep inside her. “Tell me, Vanessa.”

“Yes.”

The tug came again, and she cried out, already so close. “Yes, what?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I want this badly. I want it more than anything.”

“That’s my girl.” One hand moved to the junction of her thighs. His fingers caught the throbbing bundle of nerves and he played there. Pleasure radiated out from her core, mixing with the sharp bite of pain. The sensation was heady, thoroughly sensual.

Once he was in, he shuddered as he wrapped his other arm under her breasts, holding her in place. When he started to move in slow and steady strokes, she thought she’d die from the pleasure, from the downright wickedness of what they were doing in the middle of his foyer, in broad daylight.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured against the flushed skin of her back. “Completely mine.”

It was true. She couldn’t deny it. She was his. And he was hers. A sharp swirl of tingles rushed through her body. Behind her, he moved his powerful body at a faster rhythm. Her hands slid over the tile.

“I love you, Vanessa,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “I love you.”

Lightning flew through her veins. The orgasm came fast and hard, absolutely mind-blowing in its intensity. Her cry mixed with his as he let go. His hips pumped, throwing her head first into another orgasm. He stayed against her for what felt like forever, his body sealed to hers. When he did pull out, she already missed him.

Alaric turned her in his arms, kissing her cheeks, the lids of her eyes, and then her lips. Holding her close, he sat back, buck-ass naked, and pulled her into his lap. Their eyes met.

“You never have to give away a piece of you to me,” he said. “But you can have as many pieces of me as you want. You can have all of me, for forever.”

Vanessa felt the emotion swell in her throat as she lifted her head, blindly seeking his kiss. Words didn’t seem like enough, but she forced them out, meaning them. “I trust you with my pieces-all of me. I love you.”

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THE END