Burning Dawn
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“Whatever we do, baby, it’s going to blow my mind and—”
His lips were on her before she could finish her sentence. He kissed her, deep and hard—and at the same time fed her a second finger, scissoring the two. Stretching her, burning. But, oh, the pleasure overrode any pain. She devoured his mouth. A kiss of tongue and teeth, taking, giving, taking some more.
In. Out. Those fingers possessed her. “How long has it been for you?” he rasped through clenched teeth. In. Out.
“Over a year.” She could barely get the words out. The tension constricted, threatening to snap. The burn was no longer about discomfort, but all about pleasure. His hands were hot, so wonderfully hot. Twin flames, only making her hotter. Any second, she would erupt. “The heat...too much.”
“Never felt it before?”
“No.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Purring his approval, he licked the seam of her lips. “Don’t fight it, kulta. Let it happen or you’ll hurt yourself.”
Let what happen? Maybe...maybe the heat wasn’t coming from his hands. Maybe it came from inside her. Sweat trickled on her brow, the back of her neck.
In. Out. Slow. Torturous. The heel of his palm ground against her, where she needed him most, creating the sweetest agony. In. Out.
He licked the cord between her neck and shoulder, and she tilted her head to give him better access. Access he took, biting down. Not enough to hurt but just enough to make her muscles clench in reaction—and the moment she clenched, he thrust in a third finger.
Just like that, she shattered into a million pieces. Pieces that melted. She shouted, then moaned, then shouted again as her body put itself back together and once again became swept up in sensation, every nerve she possessed acting like a live wire, buzzing.
“Gorgeous,” he rasped. “Elin, I need you. Now. Tell me you’re ready.”
She blinked open her eyes, unsure when she’d closed them. Tension mixed with raw, animal need tightened his features. His skin was flushed by a dark fever that had only one cure.
“I’m ready,” she panted.
He ripped away her panties and hefted her off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, opening herself to his invasion. He gripped the base of his erection and placed the tip at her entrance.
“I know you can take it.” He inserted an inch. It was wider than his fingers, and she was instantly stretched, so wet he was able to slide in another few inches. Her heart drummed a wild beat in her chest. “You feel so good, kulta. So sweet.” Another inch. Sweat trickled from his brow. “Soon I’ll be so deep inside you, you won’t be able to breathe without me feeling it.”
“Thane,” she moaned. She tangled her hands in his hair, drawing him forward for another kiss. As their tongues dueled, he conquered another inch, and the discomfort ceased to matter. She needed him. Needed all of him. The ecstasy and the pain. “Do it. Give me everything.”
He didn’t require further prompting. With one forceful shove, he surged the rest of the way in, filling her up. She cried out—and in the sound, she heard contentment and bliss, things she’d never thought to feel again. And she did feel them. With him. Because they were one. He was part of her now. His body a live wire against hers, pulse after pulse of energy flowing from him and into her.
The knowledge teased her mind, pleased her mind. Almost as much as it pleased her body.
He stepped back and spun, taking her with him, staying inside her. The action jostled her, causing his length to rub against her already sensitized inner walls, and she gasped. He sat down, his back against the tub, so that she straddled him. It was a position of control—for her. A position she doubted he’d ever before allowed.
“Ride me. Take me the way you want me.”
A sense of power claimed her. Power and more pleasure. Always more pleasure. He was a fountain of it, and she drank greedily.
“Thank you,” she said, praying he understood. She braced her weight on her knees and lifted...hovered for several seconds, letting the sweet, sweet agony build...then slammed back down.
He hissed, as though the sensations were too much, and yet, he also lifted his hips, sending his length deeper, intensifying what they felt as his piercings stroked her inner walls. What had begun as a whisper of ecstasy soon became a roar, the barbells hitting her just right. Again and again and again.
“Come here,” he rasped. “I’m not done with your mouth.” He didn’t wait for her compliance, but reached up and cupped her nape, drawing her down to him. His tongue found hers, and the two rolled together. “Can’t ever get enough of you.”
He pinched her throbbing nipples, heat following an invisible chain to her core, driving her up...up...then all the way back down. As she rose again, he curled into her, exchanging his fingers for his mouth, flicking his tongue over each bud. It was too much. Too much...but not enough...and she trembled almost uncontrollably as she slid back down.
“Still starved, kulta?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“Can’t allow that.” He reached between their bodies and thumbed her center.
The heat ruptured, becoming a thousand starbursts inside her, and she threw back her head with a satisfied cry. As her body shuddered, her thighs clenched his waist, probably bruising him, and only when the blazes at last diminished, allowing her to breathe and still, did she ease up and sag against him.
He remained rock-hard inside her.
“Not done yet.” He pulled out of her long enough to turn her, placing her on her hands and knees before him. She was ready for it. He was clearly desperate for it. He pushed back inside her, filling her up, those barbells hitting her in new places and revving her back up in an instant.
She looked over her shoulder, her gaze drawn to him. Suddenly she was struck by the undeniable beauty he radiated. His head was thrown back. His eyes were closed, and his lips parted. He was lost in her, in the pleasure they were creating together.
Her heart swelled with bliss.
His breathing was heavy as he took what he wanted—and gave her the same. Sating them both with the raw, visceral desire he could no longer control. It was what he’d feared, but exactly what she’d needed most.
“Yes!” she shouted. “More, please, more.”
He thrust harder, and faster, and she exulted in every point of contact. It was...it was... Her thoughts derailed as she shattered all over again, clenching around him.
His lips were on her before she could finish her sentence. He kissed her, deep and hard—and at the same time fed her a second finger, scissoring the two. Stretching her, burning. But, oh, the pleasure overrode any pain. She devoured his mouth. A kiss of tongue and teeth, taking, giving, taking some more.
In. Out. Those fingers possessed her. “How long has it been for you?” he rasped through clenched teeth. In. Out.
“Over a year.” She could barely get the words out. The tension constricted, threatening to snap. The burn was no longer about discomfort, but all about pleasure. His hands were hot, so wonderfully hot. Twin flames, only making her hotter. Any second, she would erupt. “The heat...too much.”
“Never felt it before?”
“No.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Purring his approval, he licked the seam of her lips. “Don’t fight it, kulta. Let it happen or you’ll hurt yourself.”
Let what happen? Maybe...maybe the heat wasn’t coming from his hands. Maybe it came from inside her. Sweat trickled on her brow, the back of her neck.
In. Out. Slow. Torturous. The heel of his palm ground against her, where she needed him most, creating the sweetest agony. In. Out.
He licked the cord between her neck and shoulder, and she tilted her head to give him better access. Access he took, biting down. Not enough to hurt but just enough to make her muscles clench in reaction—and the moment she clenched, he thrust in a third finger.
Just like that, she shattered into a million pieces. Pieces that melted. She shouted, then moaned, then shouted again as her body put itself back together and once again became swept up in sensation, every nerve she possessed acting like a live wire, buzzing.
“Gorgeous,” he rasped. “Elin, I need you. Now. Tell me you’re ready.”
She blinked open her eyes, unsure when she’d closed them. Tension mixed with raw, animal need tightened his features. His skin was flushed by a dark fever that had only one cure.
“I’m ready,” she panted.
He ripped away her panties and hefted her off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, opening herself to his invasion. He gripped the base of his erection and placed the tip at her entrance.
“I know you can take it.” He inserted an inch. It was wider than his fingers, and she was instantly stretched, so wet he was able to slide in another few inches. Her heart drummed a wild beat in her chest. “You feel so good, kulta. So sweet.” Another inch. Sweat trickled from his brow. “Soon I’ll be so deep inside you, you won’t be able to breathe without me feeling it.”
“Thane,” she moaned. She tangled her hands in his hair, drawing him forward for another kiss. As their tongues dueled, he conquered another inch, and the discomfort ceased to matter. She needed him. Needed all of him. The ecstasy and the pain. “Do it. Give me everything.”
He didn’t require further prompting. With one forceful shove, he surged the rest of the way in, filling her up. She cried out—and in the sound, she heard contentment and bliss, things she’d never thought to feel again. And she did feel them. With him. Because they were one. He was part of her now. His body a live wire against hers, pulse after pulse of energy flowing from him and into her.
The knowledge teased her mind, pleased her mind. Almost as much as it pleased her body.
He stepped back and spun, taking her with him, staying inside her. The action jostled her, causing his length to rub against her already sensitized inner walls, and she gasped. He sat down, his back against the tub, so that she straddled him. It was a position of control—for her. A position she doubted he’d ever before allowed.
“Ride me. Take me the way you want me.”
A sense of power claimed her. Power and more pleasure. Always more pleasure. He was a fountain of it, and she drank greedily.
“Thank you,” she said, praying he understood. She braced her weight on her knees and lifted...hovered for several seconds, letting the sweet, sweet agony build...then slammed back down.
He hissed, as though the sensations were too much, and yet, he also lifted his hips, sending his length deeper, intensifying what they felt as his piercings stroked her inner walls. What had begun as a whisper of ecstasy soon became a roar, the barbells hitting her just right. Again and again and again.
“Come here,” he rasped. “I’m not done with your mouth.” He didn’t wait for her compliance, but reached up and cupped her nape, drawing her down to him. His tongue found hers, and the two rolled together. “Can’t ever get enough of you.”
He pinched her throbbing nipples, heat following an invisible chain to her core, driving her up...up...then all the way back down. As she rose again, he curled into her, exchanging his fingers for his mouth, flicking his tongue over each bud. It was too much. Too much...but not enough...and she trembled almost uncontrollably as she slid back down.
“Still starved, kulta?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“Can’t allow that.” He reached between their bodies and thumbed her center.
The heat ruptured, becoming a thousand starbursts inside her, and she threw back her head with a satisfied cry. As her body shuddered, her thighs clenched his waist, probably bruising him, and only when the blazes at last diminished, allowing her to breathe and still, did she ease up and sag against him.
He remained rock-hard inside her.
“Not done yet.” He pulled out of her long enough to turn her, placing her on her hands and knees before him. She was ready for it. He was clearly desperate for it. He pushed back inside her, filling her up, those barbells hitting her in new places and revving her back up in an instant.
She looked over her shoulder, her gaze drawn to him. Suddenly she was struck by the undeniable beauty he radiated. His head was thrown back. His eyes were closed, and his lips parted. He was lost in her, in the pleasure they were creating together.
Her heart swelled with bliss.
His breathing was heavy as he took what he wanted—and gave her the same. Sating them both with the raw, visceral desire he could no longer control. It was what he’d feared, but exactly what she’d needed most.
“Yes!” she shouted. “More, please, more.”
He thrust harder, and faster, and she exulted in every point of contact. It was...it was... Her thoughts derailed as she shattered all over again, clenching around him.
