Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Could I lay under the blanket?” Her hands are already at the buttons. Good girl. Who would’ve thought she’d be so eager to please me?
“Just your bottom half.” For now. I climb on the bed and take a candle from the table as she lies just like I told her to. I tilt the candle and let the wax fall into my palm. It’s primarily cocoa butter designed for such things, and I rub the liquid between my hands.
I knead her shoulders and neck as I ask, “Fire is a magical thing. Do you know some people worship fire?” Small moans escape her. I smile knowing she’s enjoying herself as the tension melts away. “Dragons have been worshipped and loved for their ability to create a flame from nothing. We’re feared just as much for the same reason.” I straddle her upper thighs and move my hands down her back, massaging circles into her stiff muscles. “But few know what pleasure fire can give.”
“Mmmm.” I chuckle deep and low and wipe the residual wax off her back, continuing to rub and knead her tense body. My fingers graze along the flesh that was struck by the whip. No evidence remains.
Her body slowly relaxes under me. The moment sleep seems to tempt her, I stop, knowing she will thoroughly enjoy what I plan and will sleep far better when I’m through with her.
“Roll over treasure.” I lift my ass off my heels and stand on my knees, still straddling her. She looks back with a weary glance before rolling and covering her breasts. Her bottom half is still covered by the blanket. I sit back on my heels and prepare for a bit of a demonstration. As soon as her eyes are on me, I breathe fire over my forearm, letting the flames lick and bite their way down my path. I quickly wipe the path with my other hand and hold it up for her to see.
Her eyes go wide and she gasps. “You hurt yourself!”
As the heat dances on my now sensitized skin, I chuckle rough and low again before answering her, “No my treasure, the feel of a flame is incomparable to any other touch, the soft lashes are meant to heighten pleasure.”
Her lips part in shock as she asks, “Are you going to light me on fire?”
“Of course not. I don’t want to hurt you. You should never be in pain. I just want to give you a pleasure only I can give.” She looks unconvinced. “Hold out your arm.” She hesitates but it doesn’t take long for her to give me her right arm as she still covers her breasts with the other. “I’m a shifter.” My words get her attention. “I don’t mind your nudity.”
I trail my fingers gently up and down her forearm and grin at the goosebumps my touch leaves behind. Before she can object, a low flame bellows from my chest. Gripping her wrist to keep her still, I run the fire down the inside of her forearm and watch it tickle her skin and extinguish itself. My other hand gently calms the skin as the flames die. I look back at her and find her lips parted and eyes half lidded. It’s a look of awe and enlightenment. I know the endorphins must be rushing her system, heightening her arousal. They’ll give her a greater sense of pleasure. Just the idea that fire play excites her makes my dick hard as steel. I ignore the fact that I could easily bury myself deep in her heat. But not yet. She’s not nearly ready for it and she’s been through far too much as it is.
I set her arm down gently on the bed and knead her shoulders. Her hair is in the way, so I lift it up and onto the bed, feeling her loose silky waves and reveling in the control she’s given me. “Close your eyes and relax.” Her hazel eyes look deep into mine with a look that tortures me—one of desire yet also distrust. I knead into her tense shoulders. Only once she’s finally relaxed and lets her shoulders fall do I lean in. The crack of the fires burning around us fuels my own flame.
I kiss her skin with the bite of my flame, letting it dance across her collar bone before licking the sensitized skin. I pull back slightly to ensure the color is right. A healthy pink, exactly what I want to see. A soft moan pours from her lips as she clenches her thighs. I can smell the arousal pooling between her legs. I close my eyes and resist my own urges.
I do the same to the other side: massage, fire, kiss. My tongue travels languidly along her skin. I lick up her neck and continue to rub her tender skin, soothing it. I blow the flame along her exposed throat, keeping it low so she’s safe from the dangers fire can bring. She writhes beneath me and moans the softest, sweetest sounds. I could easily rock onto her throbbing clit and get us both off. But I have to remind myself that I can’t push her too quickly. I can’t move us too fast. Only hours ago, she’d accused me of wanting her for sex; I don’t want to give her any reason to believe that claim was justified. No matter how much I wish to thrust into her and fuck her into my bed as if she’s always belonged to me.