UP IN FLAMES

Cupping her breasts, he rolled her nipples between his fingers as he dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the small puckered skin on her shoulder. “You like that?”C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Yes,” she said, voice husky. “It feels so good.”

“Hmm…” He kissed her shoulder once more and then placed another kiss over her wildly beating pulse. “I like you like this.”

“What?” She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his hand.

He plucked her nipples, grinning when she gasped. “Standing naked in front of my sink.”

A soft laugh lit up the kitchen. “Are your blinds closed?”

“Of course.” He moved his hips against her rear, groaning in her ear. “If I saw you like this every fucking day, my life would be perfect.”

“Every day?” Muscles tensed against him, and he cursed under his breath.

Not wanting to give her time to dwell and obsess over that comment, he curved his hand around her throat, guiding her head back, and kissed her. As he licked his way into her mouth, he pulled out the tie.

“Close your eyes.”

She pulled back a little, brows lowering as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Why?”

He grinned. “Trust me. You’re going to enjoy it.”

A moment passed and then she exhaled roughly. Closing her eyes, she folded her arms under her breasts. “What are you up to?”

“You’ll see. Keep them closed.” Tying the blindfold around her head, he felt his cock jump at her soft inhale that followed. He likie. He likie a lot.

“Alaric?” Nervous excitement filled her voice as she lifted her hands, her fingers hovering at the edges of the blindfold.

He turned her around and his gaze moved over her body, smiling as the dusky rose tips of her breasts tightened. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m completely naked and blindfolded, and you’re dressed.”

“True.” He captured her next words with his mouth. He wouldn’t be dressed for long. “You ready for me?”

She bit down on her lip, nodding slowly. Gripping her hips, he lifted her up. Girl was damn smart. Wrapped her legs around his waist and blindly found his mouth. Taking her to the kitchen table, he sat her down. She squealed as her bottom hit the cool wood. Stepping back, he soaked in the sight of her. She gripped the edges of the table, her thighs spread, and he could see her glistening between her legs. Something about the way she sat there in blind trust, mixed with the realization of how deeply his feelings ran for her, drove him wild. He wanted to drag this out, to slowly seduce her, but waiting would surely kill him.

“Alaric?” Her chest rose swiftly, and he groaned.

Tearing off his clothes, he went for her. Claiming her mouth in deep, wet kisses, moving down her throat, blazing a path to her breasts and lower still, where he got all up in her with his mouth and tongue. The taste of her drove him crazy, to the very brink. She came, her hips rocking against him, his name a throaty cry on her swollen lips.

Alaric’s hands were shaking as he tugged her off the table, guiding her down to her knees. The beauty in what happened next was that he didn’t need to say what he wanted. Threading his fingers through her hair, he moaned as her hot mouth closed around his cock.

She sucked-she sucked hard, taking him as deep as she could, running her tongue along the underside of his length as she cupped his balls, massaging them the way he’d showed her he liked.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned, hips pumping as she gave his balls a good squeeze. He didn’t want to come like this. No, he wanted to be deep inside her. He needed to be there. Pulling himself away, he caught her by the arm and pulled her up. His body was shaking, his cock throbbing, as he flipped her around, bending her over the table. He spread her legs as he wrapped an arm under her, lifting her up onto her toes. Running a hand down her spine, he stopped just above the firm globes of her ass.

“I can’t wait,” he said, pressing against her until just the head of his cock parted her folds. “This is going to be rough.”

She lifted her head. “I can take it.”

A bolt of pure lust shot through him, and fuck if hearing that was like a beautiful chorus in his head. A guttural sound came from deep in his chest as he thrust forward, seating himself in her. She cried out at the deep penetration, arching her back. Sliding out a few inches, he repeated once and then again, in and out, until he couldn’t take it anymore and lost all sense of rhythm. He slammed into her as he bent over, sealing his chest to her back. The table scratched across the floor and he dropped his hand from her back to her hips, his fingers digging in.

“Oh God,” she moaned, moving back against him frantically. “Alaric!”

Her tight walls convulsed around him and that was it. All she wrote. He dropped his head to the nape of her neck, his hips pounding forward as his release exploded through him. Fuck, it wrecked him. She wrecked him. An eternity passed before his legs felt strong enough to stand on their own. He pulled out of her and turned her around. After untying the tie, he held her close, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his forehead to hers.

She was trembling, eyes closed and hands balled into little fists against his chest.

Concern radiated from him. “Are you okay?” Vanessa nodded but didn’t speak. His heart thundered in his chest. He had been rough. Fuck, they’d moved the heavy oak table a good foot. “Did I hurt you, Vanessa?”

“No!” Her eyes flew open. A faint flush stained her cheeks. “Quite the opposite. It’s just that it was…wow. I think you screwed a few of my brain cells out of me.”

Tipping his head back, he laughed. “Screwed a few brain cells out of you?”

“Yeah.” She smiled as she peeked up at him through thick lashes. “I like it when you…”

He was already getting hard again. “When I what?”

She ducked her chin, adorably shy. “When you kind of lose control. I like it.”