Page 154 of Forged in the Fire
Brinley parted.
Opening to me.
Body, spirit, and soul.
Her head tipped back and the desirous sound that rolled up her throat was nothing but a plea.
Tugging her a little from the desk, I wound myself all the way between her thighs.
A frenzy lit as I pressed my hard, aching cock to the mind-boggling heat that radiated from her pussy.
Far too many clothes divided us to leave either of us satisfied.
I wanted to erase it. Erase every barrier that separated us. Own her the way I needed to.
“Is that what you want, Brinley? You want me to peel you apart? Fuck you so good that the only name you know is mine?”
My tongue swept between her lips at the same time as I rocked against her.
Our tongues stroking and tangling and inciting a mania that spun the room.
Walls whirring at warp speed as I kissed her with everything that I had to give.
Intensity blistered. Scorching our flesh.
Flames licking up from the well of attraction that had me hooked from the moment I saw her.
When I’d somehow known this girl was going to change everything.
Brinley rasped. A mewl of hunger that was bound up with this confusion that rained and battered at our senses.
A hurricane that hit land.
She struggled to get closer, whimpering and whining as she rubbed herself against my raging hard dick.
“Wildfire,” I mumbled at her mouth.
“King.”
How the fuck it sounded like affection sliding off her tongue and onto mine, I didn’t know.
The words slipping between us in a frantic appeal as her fingers rushed up my shirt to grip onto my shoulders.
“Please,” she begged like I could be something that she had been missing.
I wanted to be.
I wanted to fix whatever went dark in her gaze. Calm those flickers of fear that sparked from her spirit whenever she hit me with all that feral, stormy heat.
Nothing but a fool who wanted to discover all that she was.
“Want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. In a way that makes me question all that I know. How is it you hold that power?” I rambled it against her mouth, sucking down the nonexistent air.
Drawing her essence into my lungs instead.
Had the very dangerous thought that she might hold the power to breathe life into all the vacant places that had long gone dead.
Resurrect a piece that had been lost.
