Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel)

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upward until he reached my messed up bun and relieved my
curls. He gripped them in a fist deepening the kiss. He sucked at my tongue extracting
a moan. He stopped to gather his ragged breathing. I was just as responsive. As
soon as he sealed our lips, I bit at his and sucked them. I pushed myself
upward and wrapped my legs around his waist gripping him from the back of his
neck. He pulled me to him as if there was still too much airing distance
between us. I had never wanted someone that much, the notion itself was
frightening me. It felt as if I'd been waiting for a chance to just unleash my
desire and just consume all those emotions he aggravated deep inside me.
    I was
vaguely aware of my surroundings. He moved us hurriedly to the sofa, my back
against the leather. He levered himself over me, keeping our lips secured.
Landon groaned in my mouth and gripped my knee with a possessive hand sliding
his body upward along my thighs. He broke our kiss only to suck along my neck.
His breath so hot that it made me lose the little remaining reason I had left
in me. I pushed greedy fingers into soft strands of hair.
    "I
want you Clea ."
    He
spoke against my earlobe biting it and nibbling his way down my jaw.
    Landon's
tone added to my wanton state.
    "I've
never wanted someone this much." He said looking through my eyes with
piercing gray ones.
    "You
want me too. I can see it in those damning eyes." He was watching me
between swift kisses, trying to calm his breath.
    "I
can feel it too." He brought his hand between just over my heaving chest.
    "You're
trembling."
    He was
irrevocably right. I'd never been that aroused by a man. I wanted him more than
I'd ever wanted anything my whole life.
    I
didn't say a word. I just brought my lips to his and kissed him with silent
moans.
    Supporting
his weight on his left arm, Landon brought his palm and cupped my breast. He
pinched my nipple through the soft material extracting a moan. He leaned down
and bit at it. I cried out. I was a damping mess aching for something, aching
for him.
    Landon
pulled my tank briskly, exposing flushed skin and erect nipple; they felt heavy
and hard. He licked avidly in circle, making me lose my mind further. I had no
rational thought. He went from one breast to the other, licking and biting
extirpating loud cries. I gripped him harder, rocking against him. He renewed
our kiss, more passionately as if possible.
    "You
are a taste of heaven Clea ."
    I loved
the way my name wrapped around his tongue. It felt almost poetic.
    "I
want to be inside you."
    Landon
spoke in my mouth.
    "I
need to be inside you."
    He slid
his palm down my navel burning a path through my skin and slipped it under the
hem of both my pajamas and little piece of lacy fabric.
    He
sucked in a sharp breath.
    "You.
Are. So. Wet." He spoke slowly making a statement of each syllable.
    "Can
you feel you sweet little cunt thumping against my palm?"
    There
were many words a woman should, and would be offended by; and he'd just spoke
them crudely and matter-of-factly. Yet, they only enlivened my arousal. Only he
was sliding deeper. I could feel him reaching further.
    Suddenly
a flash intruded on my shattered thoughts and I saw him. My heart started pounding
relentlessly and my breath caught. I was suffocating.
    No!
     I
jolted myself from under him, petrified.
    Landon
was taken aback, confusion drawn all over his soft features. He pulled back
straightening himself.
    He was
disturbed. As was I, I'd never let things get out of control. But I saw him; I
saw Caden. I did everything I could to push back the tears begging in the back
of my eyes. I was still haunted; it happened every time I’d tried to move on or
even just flirted with a guy. He scarred me.
    "Fuck. Clea , I'm so sorry. I was out of
control."
    He held
his head between his head.
    I hated
myself for making him feel any regrets. It wasn’t his fault; but I couldn’t let
him know. How could I ever tell anyone how damaged and defective I was?
    "No."
I

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