Free Darkness In The Flames by Sahara Kelly Page B

blooming at the juncture of her thighs. Her eyes were shadows in the pale oval of her face, but he knew they’d be shining blue with excitement, her pupils dilated as her body readied itself for his possession.
    He stopped short. “Come here.”
    She lifted her nose. “No. I come at no man’s command.”
    “You will come at mine.” His lips curved at the double-entendre.
    “Only if I choose to.”
    Once again she defied him, tilting her head to stare at him, unafraid of the consequences. And yet her body betrayed her. Hard nipples pushed through the flimsy gown, a pulse beat alluringly at the base of her neck and Adrian could hear her heart thundering within her breast.
    She wanted him. As much, if not more, than he wanted her.
    It was this mutual fire that would consume them both.
    He waved a hand and their clothes melted away to vapor. There was nothing between his gaze and her flesh, and for his part he knew her eyes were drinking in the sight of his cock as it jutted rigidly from its nest of dark hair.
    His balls hardened at the thought and as if in answer she reached for him, grasping him firmly in the way he liked so much.
    “You come here. To me.” She tugged.
    He followed, a willing prisoner of her grasp, stopping just as her breasts grazed his chest. He rubbed himself into her, bringing a sigh of pleasure to her throat. “Hello little cat.”
    Her fingers tightened a little around his cock, and he leaned forwards, running his tongue along the muscle of her neck.  “Mmm.” It was a definite purr.
    “Open your legs for me.” He pushed against her, rocking her as she stood and forcing her nearer to the fire.
    She shook her head.
    “Me or the flames, my Kat. Do as I say or you’ll burn more than you expect.” He nipped her shoulder, quickly licking at the little hurt.
    She parted her thighs, widening her stance, but refusing to let go of his cock. “Is this what you want?” Her tone was challenging, saucily teasing him as her pussy thrust toward him on a sway of her hips.
    He groaned and reached for her, cupping her swollen flesh, flicking his way through the wet folds to her little pearl of pleasure and finally plunging two fingers deep inside her, making her gasp.
    “Yes. This is what I want. This is mine .”
    Her hand released him and she clung to his shoulders, rocking herself on his intrusion, pressing forwards now, urgently seeking his touch all over her body. “Yes. It’s yours. Take it. Take me . Fuck me, Adrian Chesswell. I want your cock in me. I want to come with you inside me. I want to boil around you, squeeze your balls dry. Suck all you have and more from you.” She hissed the words through lips squeezed tight with desire. “Fuck me, damn you. Just fuck me.”
    Adrian’s brain fused into a lump of hunger, and his body followed suit. Hard enough to crack wood, his cock wept tears of anticipation, eager to bury itself in between those soft thighs, to find the darkness that awaited it with a bath of hot juices.
    He seized her, lifting her off her feet and lowering her to the rug. He was on top of her before she’d had chance to breathe. Without fanfare he pushed her knees apart, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders and positioning the head of his cock between her pussy lips, letting her honey bathe him and mingle with his own drops of need.
    He nudged forward an inch or so, then raised his head, meeting her hot blue gaze. “Well, Kat? Shall we proceed? Shall I fuck you like this? Staring at you perhaps? Or watching my cock as I take you?” He pressed forward a little more and lowered his gaze, enjoying the sight of his cock, shining with her liquid silk as he withdrew and re-entered her slick velvet darkness.
    “I want to watch too.” She never surrendered, his Kat. He wondered if she would always demand, always meet his desire with her own, surpassing his needs…his hunger.
    He reached for a cushion and shoved it behind her head, leaning into her as he did so, opening her