Chapter Twenty-Two
Isla
T he flames were dying down, reducing the pile of memories to nothing but ash and twisted metal.
I could feel the heat radiating from Adrian’s body behind me, could hear the way his breathing had become deeper and more ragged, like the fire had awakened something in him.
"Not done yet," he rasped against my neck, his voice rough with an edge that made my heart skip. "Need more."
Before I could ask what he meant, he was pulling away from me, striding toward a storage shed at the edge of his huge yard.
He returned with a large container of what looked like even more accelerant, his green eyes wild with an intensity that should have scared me.
I swallowed. “What are you…”
He poured the entire container onto the dying flames, and they erupted with a roar that made me stumble backward.
The fire blazed higher than before, a wall of orange and gold that painted everything in flickering shadows .
The heat hit my face like a physical force, making sweat form on my skin almost instantly.
"There," he breathed, his pupils blown wide as he stared into the inferno. "That's perfect .”
The fire cast dancing shadows across his tattooed skin, making the ink seem to writhe and move with each flicker of flame.
Sweat was already glistening on his chest, trickling down the defined ridges of his chest.
He looked feral, dangerous, like some ancient god of destruction come to life.
When he turned to me, the look in his eyes told me I was doomed.
Gone was any pretense of gentleness or restraint. This was Adrian unleashed, the monster he kept carefully leashed, free to hunt.
And God, I wanted him.
"Come here, angel," he commanded, his voice barely audible over the roar of the flames.
My legs felt unsteady as I approached him, the heat from the fire making my dress cling to my already damp skin.
He'd positioned himself near the outdoor couch by the fire, expensive brown leather close enough to the flames that the material was already warming.
The second I was within reach, his hands were on me. Not gentle, not asking—taking.
His fingers found the neckline of my dress and tore, the fabric giving way with a sharp ripping sound that made me gasp. The cotton split down the front, exposing my bra to the scorching air.
He silenced any complaint with his mouth, brutal and demanding as his tongue invaded past my lips.
His hands continued their destruction, shredding what remained of my dress until it fell in tatters around my feet.
The afternoon sun beat down on my exposed skin, mixing with the heat from the flames until sweat dripped between my breasts and down my spine.
When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard .
His eyes raked over my body with undisguised hunger, taking in the way my white lace bra had already begun to turn transparent from the moisture clinging to my skin.
"Fucking perfect," he growled, his hands spanning my ribcage possessively. "Look how you glisten for me, angel. Like you're made of gold and fire."
His mouth descended on my throat, teeth scraping against the ribbon that marked me as his.
I cried out as he bit down, not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my nervous system.
My hands fisted in his hair, the dark strands damp with sweat.
The heat was becoming overwhelming, making every breath feel thick and heavy. Adrian seemed to feed off it, his movements becoming more feral.
His shirt was already soaked through, clinging to every muscle and ridge of his torso.
Without breaking away from my throat, he reached back and tore the fabric over his head, throwing it aside carelessly.
Now we were both half-naked in his backyard, the fire blazing behind us like our own personal hell, the sun beating down from above.
Anyone with a helicopter, a drone, or a tall building could see us. The thought made me sinfully wetter.
"Turn around," Adrian commanded, his hands already spinning me before I could fully process the order. "Hands on the couch. Arch that pretty back for me."
I braced my palms against the heated leather, the material almost too hot to touch. The position left me vulnerable, exposed, my ass presented to him while the fire raged mere feet away.
I could feel Adrian behind me, the heat of his body mixing with the inferno until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
His hands hooked in my bra, and he tore it away with the same ruthless efficiency he'd shown my dress. I gasped in surprise, but the sound dissolved into a moan as the heated air hit my bare breasts.
"Look at you," he panted, his palms skimming down my sweat-slick back. "Bent over for me like a good girl, dripping wet and desperate."
His fingers found my panties, the only thing left on me, still around my thighs, and he grabbed the delicate lace and tore.
The fabric gave way with a sharp sound, falling away in shreds to leave me completely naked and exposed under the blazing sun.
"There," he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Now you're perfect too.”
I could hear the sound of his belt being undone, the whisper of fabric as he stripped away the rest of his clothes. When his naked body pressed against my back, I nearly sobbed from the intensity of skin-on-skin contact.
He was burning up, every inch of him slick with sweat, his cock hard and demanding as it pressed against the curve of my ass.
"Feel what you do to me?" he panted against my ear, grinding himself against me. "Feel how fucking desperate you make me?"
His hands gripped my hips, positioning me exactly how he wanted me. The blunt head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I realized with a start that this was it—this was really happening.
Our first time together, and it was going to be out here, naked and sweating under the sun with a raging fire casting us in golden light.
“It’s happening,” I gasped, my voice breaking.
"That's right, angel," he crooned, his tone mockingly sweet even as his grip tightened bruisingly on my hips. “I know you’re on the pill. Now, say my name when I claim this tight little pussy.”
He pushed forward, the stretch burning despite how wet I was. He was so thick, so big, and the angle had him hitting places inside me I didn't even know existed.
I cried out, my back arching as he worked himself deeper, inch by excruciating inch .
"Fuck, you're tight," he hissed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Gripping my cock like you never want to let go."
When he was finally seated fully inside me, we both went still for a second. The fire crackled behind us, sweat dripping down both our bodies to pool on the leather where we were joined.
I could feel every ridge and vein of him, could feel how my body stretched to accommodate his size.
Then he began to move.
His first thrust nearly drove me into the couch, powerful and almost violent. The second had me seeing stars. By the third, I was crying out his name, my fingers clawing at the leather as he established a brutal rhythm that had the furniture creaking beneath us.
"That's it," he panted, his pace relentless. "Take it all, angel. Take every fucking inch of me."
One of his hands left my hip, trailing up my spine to tangle in my hair. He used the grip to pull my head back, arching my spine even further as he pounded into me.
The new angle had him hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur, made me babble his name like a prayer.
"So fucking pretty,” he growled, his free hand moving to palm my breast roughly. "My perfect little angel, taking my cock with the fire watching.”
The heat was deadly, making both of us slick with sweat. It dripped from his chest onto my back, ran down my sides and over my body.
The fire blazed higher, as if feeding off our passion, casting dancing shadows that made the moment feel otherworldly.
"More," I gasped, pushing back against him desperately. "Please, Adrian, I need?—"
"Need what?" he demanded, his thrust becoming even harder. "Use your words, angel. Tell me what my dirty girl needs."
"Everything," I sobbed, beyond embarrassment now. "I need everything you'll give me."
His answering laugh was dark and pleased. The hand that had been gripping my breast moved lower, fingers trailing down my stomach to where we were joined.
He gathered the moisture there, a mixture of my arousal and sweat on his thumb.
"Everything?" he repeated, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "Even this?"
His wet thumb moved higher, circling the tight ring of my ass.
I gasped at the foreign feeling, my body tensing, but Adrian's other hand tightened in my hair, holding me still.
"Relax, angel," he cooed, his tone mockingly sweet. "I know you can take it. My dirty girl can take anything I give her, can't you?"
He pressed his thumb against that tight opening, the pressure firm but not painful.
My body resisted for a moment before the muscle began to give way, allowing him to sink the digit inside me.
The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt—foreign and overwhelming but not unpleasant.
Adrian groaned at my body's acceptance, his cock twitching inside me as he began to move his thumb in counterpoint to his thrusts.
"Fuck, yes,” he panted, his voice rough with awe. "Taking me in both holes. So tight, so fucking tight."
The dual sensation was driving me wild. His cock filled me completely while his thumb stretched me in ways I'd never imagined.
Every thrust sent shockwaves through my system, building pressure low in my belly that threatened to consume me entirely.
"I can't—" I gasped, my voice breaking. "It's too much, I can't?—"
"You can," he commanded, his pace becoming even more brutal. "You will. My angel takes whatever I give her, doesn't she?"
To emphasize his point, he pulled his thumb out only to push it back in deeper, this time adding a second digit.
The stretch burned in the best way, making me cry out his name as my body struggled to accommodate the intrusion.
"That's it," he crooned, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Open up for me. Let me have all of you. "
His fingers worked inside me, stretching and preparing me while his cock continued its relentless assault on my pussy.
The fire roared behind us, the heat making both of us slick with sweat, our bodies sliding against each other with each powerful thrust.
"Look at the flame,” he commanded, the hand in my hair forcing me to turn my head toward the fire.
"Look how it burns for us. How beautiful destruction can be."
I watched the inferno dance and writhe, mesmerized by the way the flames seemed to reach toward the sky like desperate fingers.
The sight sent something primal shooting through me, mixing with the overwhelming sensations Adrian was creating in my body.
"That's what you do to me," he continued, his voice rough with emotion. "Burn me up from the inside out. Make me want to destroy everything just to rebuild it around you."
His pace became even more frantic, his thrusts harder, deeper.
His fingers inside me moved in perfect counterpoint, stretching and filling me until I felt completely claimed, completely owned.
The pressure building inside me was becoming unbearable. Every nerve ending was on fire, every breath a struggle as the heat from the flames mixed with the heat of our joined bodies.
Sweat was pouring down my face, my back, making me slippery in Adrian's grip.
"Come for me," he growled, his voice rough with command. "Come on my cock while I fuck both your holes. Show me who you belong to."
His thumb found my clit, rubbing harsh circles that sent electricity shooting through my nervous system.
The combination of his cock inside me, his fingers stretching my ass, and the pressure on my clit was too much.
I came with a scream that echoed across the yard, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me .
Adrian roared my name as I clenched around him, his own release following seconds later.
I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, marking me from the inside out as his hips stuttered against mine.
For several long moments, we stayed frozen like that—him buried deep inside me, both of us breathing hard and slick with sweat.
The fire continued to rage behind us, casting our joined silhouettes in dancing light.
Finally, Adrian carefully withdrew, his hands gentle now as he helped me straighten up.
My legs felt like water, and I would have collapsed if not for his strong arms immediately wrapping around me.
"Mine," he whispered against my hair, his voice still rough with possession.
I nodded weakly, completely spent and overwhelmed by what had just happened. My body felt marked, claimed, and changed in ways I was only beginning to understand.
As the fire continued to blaze behind us, consuming the last remnants of my past, I knew I was his now, completely and utterly, marked by flames and passion and the wild love of a beautiful monster.
And I'd never been happier to burn.