by Brenda Trim
Breslin acknowledged Rhett wasn’t a dominant male, and was the exact opposite of the type she dated. She hated her attraction to him. She was a warrior, through and through, and the idea that she couldn’t stop thinking about this fire demon, with his button-down shirts and loafers, was preposterous. Although, the clothes-diva in her was jumping up and down that she was with a male that recognized there were different types of attire, and appreciated the finer things in life.
Reason intruded on the moment, forcing Breslin to reconsider her actions. She was allowing this male, who didn’t give his conquests a second thought, to suck on her breasts and touch every part of her body. She should stop this right now, she thought. But fuck, it felt too damn good. He was a skilled lover and she wanted him to please her.
Throwing her better judgement aside, Breslin gave into the experience completely as she stroked his long length. There was nothing wrong with enjoying him for one night, she amended. Besides, she was going to rock his world and he would become her next stalker. Keep telling yourself that, she chastised. Yeah, she was in denial, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass.
Breslin released his cock, and stepped back to appreciate his physique. Rhett wasn’t big and bulky like she preferred, but he was fit and muscular. She loved his lean muscles and sculpted body. He should have looked ridiculous standing there with his pants pooled around his ankles, but he was sexy as ever.
“You are a work of art, Flame,” Rhett praised as he reached for the waistband of her panties.
His orange eyes glittered in appreciation as he bent and pushed them down her legs. She quickly stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.
The nearby fire crackled, glowing softly behind them. The flames highlighted his translucent skin. Rhett’s blood flowed like hot lava beneath the surface of his flesh, calling to her natural ability. She was curious if she could control his fire, as well. She glanced up and met his hungry gaze and found her need echoed in his fiery depths.
“I’m going to bend you over the bar and fuck you from behind,” Rhett demanded.
Moisture leaked from her center, and Breslin found it difficult to breathe past the image his words conjured.
She didn’t hesitate to prowl over to the bar, placing her palms on the cold granite surface. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out as she spread her legs slightly.
Turning her head, she gave him a heated stare and murmured, “Show me what you’ve got.”
Rhett’s shoes went flying and his pants quickly followed. He hopped on one foot as he removed his socks and was behind her in a flash, his sizable erection pointing right at her. The tip was shiny with arousal and the glow beneath Rhett’s skin brightened. Lava flowed beneath the thin veneer covering his hard muscle, and she wondered if that happened every time he had sex.
His hands spread across her ass cheeks. He squeezed tightly before his deft fingers delved down. He stroked her sensitive, swollen flesh in the most delicious fashion. Ripples of pleasure rushed through her body and she widened her stance. Her chest heaved and she felt her breaths came out in pants.
His shaft was a hot poker against her hip as he stepped closer. Rhett urged her body forward until her upper torso lay flat on the counter. The cold surface felt good against her heated flesh. She turned her head to the side and waited for his next move.
He was taller than her five-nine frame and easily covered her bare back when he laid across her body. His placed his arms on either side of her head while his legs pushed between hers, widening her stance.
Her position left her vulnerable and exposed, but when Breslin was surrounded by his strength and power, she felt safe. What would it be like to feel safe and loved forever, she wondered.
The one time she remembered feeling safe and loved was when she was a young stripling in the loving arms of her mother and father. But then they were brutally murdered by an archdemon, and ripped from her life, and her heart. The void had never been filled, no matter how hard Bhric, and her other brothers, had tried.
Before she could contemplate that loss any further, Rhett’s lips connected with hers, and his kiss took her breath away. Hard and insistent, she met his demand with her own. His fingers caressed her stomach before delving down to the cleft between her legs. His first touch was feather-light, and it drove her mad with desire.
Intense pleasure caused Breslin’s eyes to slip closed, but when one of Rhett’s fingers slid across her clit, they flew wide and she gasped. He pressed harder and rubbed in a circular motion against the engorged nub. His weight kept her in place, but she bucked against his ministrations.
He rubbed faster, until she was close to orgasm, but then stopped and trailed his fingers upward, despite her protests. He grasped her throat as he kissed her deeply. His aggression had her need spiraling out of control. His free hand went back to her slit and he pinched her clit, making her shout his name.
No. Begging was more like it. She wanted him so badly she was willing to beg if that’s what it took.
“Damn, Flame. You are so fucking wet for me,” Rhett husked as he rubbed his hot, slick body against hers.
“Yes!” she shouted as he continued to swirl across her bundle of nerves ruthlessly. Lifting her hips, she urged him on. “Harder. More, Rhett,” she panted.
Rhett’s hands were everywhere as he set upon her with sensual determination. The feel of his hot finger against her flesh was maddening. The heat wasn’t just the sensual need between them. His internal body temperature was far beyond anything she’d ever experienced, and it had her nerve endings going haywire.
Rhett inserted one thick finger and went directly to a fervid pace. He pressed and thrust his digit in and out and she clawed at the counter but there was nothing to grip. Her body tightened, and she flew over the edge. Rhett didn’t stop and was relentless as he plucked, rubbed and pinched her sensitive flesh.
“I need to make sure you are ready for me, Flame. I’m a big male,” he breathed into her ear.
All she could manage was a nod as she reached another peak and hurled over. The orgasms rolled one into another. There was no mistaking his skill and mastery over the female body. He knew and understood it better than any other male she’d ever been with, and her body craved more.
She reached back to grab his cock, urging him to her center. “Och, I’m ready, demon,” she demanded, and looked over her shoulder to meet his fiery-orange orbs.
Breslin held his gaze as Rhett entered her one delicious inch at a time.
Expecting him to pound into her once he was seated, she was pleasantly surprised when he gently pushed deeper into her welcoming body. He slowly pulled out until just the tip remained inside her core and then slowly pushed back in as far as he could go. He kept that pace for several pumps, and then his need took control. She enjoyed his slow and deliberate movements, but loved it when he set into a fast and furious rhythm.
“Harder, Rhett. I want more,” she demanded between pants as she pushed back as much as his weight allowed.
Heat surrounded them and she saw the world around them turn orange and red, her fire rising to the surface with her increased pleasure.
She called on her power and heard growls when she connected to his flame. Yes, she could dominate his fire. Now, she would get what her body demanded.
His tempo surged into over-drive, and her womb rippled as he slammed into her from behind. It wasn’t long before Breslin exploded. Her chest lifted off the counter and her back arched then stars exploded behind her eyes, as the most intense orgasm barreled through her body, stealing her breath and incinerating her on the spot.
“Two can play that game, Flame,” he muttered as he gripped her hips and she felt a tug on her control.
She heard Rhett’s roar of pleasure the next moment, and felt his burning seed fill her womb. It burned and consumed, yet she craved more.
A second later, pain exploded above her left breast, and she tried to shout, but her voice was trapped. She was certain he was holding a
branding iron to her shoulder, but she couldn’t catch her breath long enough to yell at him to stop.
The sound of wood cracking hardly registered as she suffered through the intense pain. She clawed at her shoulder, trying to determine what was wrong.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Bhric shouted from nearby.
Breslin’s head snapped to the side to see her twin, naked in the doorway, with Alex standing behind him wrapped in a sheet.
“I guess we lost control,” Rhett quipped as he tried to conceal their bodies.
The pain eased enough to where Breslin could look around. Flames engulfed her suite, destroying everything it touched. If she didn’t act quickly, the entire area would go up in flames. She immediately called the fire to her palms, suffocating the raging inferno. As she and Rhett disentangled from their compromising position, she noticed Bhric was staring at her shoulder, eyes wide. Confused, Breslin looked down and saw a large red brand above her right breast.
“Oh…hell…fucking…no!” she denied.
Afterword
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