Chapter 32 #2
Brinley let go of this desirous whimper as I edged higher, a gush of her words slipping off her tongue. “Give me everything you can.”
“Wildfire. Trying to do me in.”
“I think it’s me who’s done in.”
I chuckled as I ran my nose along the edge of her lace underwear, nearly knocked out by the lust-inducing scent.
Guts in knots as I confessed, “Nah, baby, I knew you were going to do me in the second you climbed out of your brother’s car.”
“I wanted to hate you.” It was a whisper she released into the dense, lapping air.
“You should still hate me,” I warned.
“I wish that I did.”
And I could feel both of us teetering on that ledge. Tripping in a direction neither of us could afford to go.
I forced myself to look up at her so she could see the truth of what I was saying.
“I’m not a good man, Brinley.”
She made a ‘no shit’ sound. Clearly, I’d already more than proven it.
But she didn’t know the lengths.
“That doesn’t seem to matter, does it?” she pressed. “Because no matter how hard I fight it, it only grows. This burn that lights me up every time you get near me. It’s big and powerful, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do to stop it.”
A shock of dubious laughter rocked from me. “You think you’re not having the exact same effect? The fact I have you in this room alone is enough to warn me to stay far the fuck away from you, and I’m powerless to do it.”
“Maybe we’re both what the other needs.”
There was far too much hope lining the underside of those words.
I should shun the suggestion, but it lit something in the coldest place inside me.
And did she stop?
No.
Not this one.
“Maybe you need reminding that there is good inside you, too.” Her eyes flared with enough vehemence to sear it into my flesh, as hot as an iron prod.
Fuck.
Brinley Webber might be perfect for me. Carved of the same battered, brutalized stone.
I forced myself to edge back a fraction, rising up high on my knees as I gripped at the outside of her thighs.
Giving her space to change her mind.
Waiting for her to resurrect the walls that once had stood like a mile-high barrier.
But they’d been felled.
Rubble in a wasteland.
Her expression begged me to put her out of the misery that had built between us, while her spirit begged for something bigger.
And fuck, I didn’t know how there was some piece inside that wanted to return it.
“If I had a soul, a piece of myself left to give, I’d give it to you. But you should know there’s none of that left. Need to be sure you’re good with that,” I told her.
She quivered from her chest to her chin as she stared up at me, then lifted that chin higher and issued the whispered demand, “Show me what it feels like to be free. I want to experience it. I want to know what it’s like when the pain goes away.
I want to know what it feels like not to be alone.
To not be the only one fighting for myself.
I want you to hold it, even if it’s just for a little while. Wreck me like you promised.”
Possession thrashed, and the words turned coarse and jagged. “Don’t worry, baby. I plan to. Going to show you that you’re not alone and you are not the only one fighting for yourself. Going to show you that you count. And when you leave this place, you’ll know exactly what to demand from a man.”
My spirit howled at the thought of another man touching her, my hands gripping on tighter like I might not ever have to let her go.
And I knew, right then, it was Brinley who was going to wreck me.
Not even that was enough to stop this train that had sped out of control, and she was trembling so hard I thought the sofa might take flight as I slipped my hands higher beneath that frilly black skirt, and I hooked my fingers into the edges of her underwear.
“You gonna let me have a taste of you?”
She squirmed and lifted her ass from the couch. “Please.”
I peeled the slip of lace down her lush, curvy thighs, dragging them all the way down her legs and unwinding them from those heels.
I tossed them to the side and was right back to gripping her by the knees, spreading her wide so I could get a good look at all the deliciousness I’d been fantasizing about.
Need thundered through my bloodstream at the sight of her pink and bare. Her slit soaked with desire.
My mouth watered, and I felt like I was being burned up.
Scorched alive.
My eyes devoured, roving over the curves of her body. Gaze flicking from the stunning, unforgettable edges of her face, down over her trembling, jutting chest, and dipping down to the sweet spot between her thighs.
Brinley exposed. So utterly indecent and so perfectly right.
Because I was the one who was foul.
Staining her perfection this way. Letting myself weave even a thread of my depravity into her.
Knew I was nothing but a bastard because I couldn’t wait to leave my mark.
“Wildfire,” I rumbled. “Seductress. So fucking sexy. Making me lose my mind. Making me want things I can never keep.”
There they went, perilous words slipping from my mouth.
Brinley arched and sighed. “Silas.”
“You’re stunning, Brinley. Fucking gorgeous. Nothing but a tease of paradise.”
“You’re the tease, Silas Mercer.” She choked it.
“Are you an eager girl? You need my mouth on you?”
“Yes.” The thickened word braided through the charged air.
Energy lashing and whipping.
I dipped in and stroked my tongue through her cunt.
I nearly came in my pants.
But it was Brinley almost hitting the ceiling that had me freezing, thinking I’d freaked her out, worried I’d sent that fear sailing through her again, but her hands were back in my hair, urging me on, “Silas,” leaving her on a whimper.
“Wildfire. Fuck. Knew your pussy was going to be so damned sweet.”
Soft and slick and hypnotizing as I wound my arms under her legs, gathering her up so I could angle her just right as I dove back in.
The taste of her had me boiling over.
Brinley rasped and moaned as I licked deep into her folds. “I like that.”
I couldn’t even suppress the chuckle as I eased back a fraction. Chest stretching in something that felt far too close to affection. “You like me licking this sweet cunt, baby?”
Leave it to Brinley to press herself closer to my face. “Yes…don’t stop.”
“Made you a promise. Plan on keeping it.”
I drove my tongue deep between her lips then swept higher so I could get to her needy, engorged clit.
She bucked and gasped, fingers pleading in my hair. “Oh…Silas…I…”
“You’re free in me,” I mumbled as I swirled and stroked my tongue.
“That’s where I want to be.”
And I knew we’d both been taken someplace we didn’t know as I fully gave in, laving and lapping my tongue at her clit as she whimpered these guttural sounds that landed on my ears like prayers.
Woman injecting me full of something that didn’t belong there. Sparks of long dead embers threatening to flicker to life.
I got twisted inside out as I spread her wider, tongue fucking into her cunt before I was back to eating up that throbbing nub.
The sounds and scent of her were driving me mad.
Pleas.
My name.
Praise.
I swirled just the tips of my two fingers at her entrance, asking for permission.
She spread herself wider, grip unyielding and tugging at my hair.
A pleasured pain rocketed down my spine.
Tightening my balls and pulsing my cock at my jeans.
That’s exactly what she was.
Pleasured pain.
Because I knew I was doing everything wrong. Touching this woman who was forbidden to touch.
But I’d take any penalty coming my way if it meant I got to give her this for even a second.
I thrust both fingers deep. The walls of her pussy spasmed around the intrusion.
“You like that?” I growled.
“Yes.” It was half delirious.
“Wait until it’s my cock stuffing you full.”
A tremor rocked her, and I could feel ecstasy lighting at the edges of her being.
Winding her in tendrils of anticipation that grew with each plunge of my fingers.
Even though I was trying to keep myself in check, take heed, I was getting the sense that this girl liked it hard.
Her hands eager at the back of my head as she tried to spur me on.
A frenzy coming over her as she fully let herself go.
No fear.
No reservation.
I fucked my fingers in a deep, harsh rhythm.
She writhed with each one.
Chanted my name as she pressed her nails into the flesh at the back of my neck.
Needing more.
Desperation rolled from her in spastic juts. “Silas, oh…I’m…I need...”
“Wildfire, let go, give it to me.” I thrust my fingers deeper, driving them fast and hard as I licked her into oblivion.
Flames jumped and leapt, and she arched, her chest coming up from the couch as pleasure gathered as fast as a summer storm.
“How does it feel so good?” she rasped.
“Because you deserve it. You deserve to feel good,” I rumbled as I shifted, and I curled my fingers and rubbed them against her G-spot.
She went wild.
Brunette curls thrashing around her.
Spirit rushing and racing.
No question, she was about to go off like a ten-ton bomb.
Brinley climbing toward those heights as her muscles tensed and her body bowed.
Then she split.
“King,” she moaned as her head rocked on the back of the sofa and the rest of her levitated from the leather.
That nickname she’d given me was muted and coarse and grazing against me like a brutal embrace as she throbbed around my fingers.
And I wanted to be.
I wanted to be the one who ruled this body and this tender soul she was just then exposing.
That inconceivable connection glowed, crackling between us with all her wild turbulence, and fuck, there was something about it that felt like home.
My damned mind bent with the need for it to be my cock that was getting squeezed by her hot, soaked pussy.
But even this was far more than I should take, and I was the selfish fiend who lapped up every last drop of her pleasure.
Sucking her down, imbibing all that she was as she quivered and shook in my hold.
Her grunts and pants were heavy as she continued to hold onto my hair like it was the only thing keeping her from fully floating away as she remained elevated for the longest time.
Flying.
Soaring like I promised.
Bliss saturating her through as she twitched and jerked.
I kept her there for what felt like a lifetime. Until I felt the last of the aftershocks roll through her body, then I slowly settled her bare ass onto the couch and eased my fingers free.
I sat back on my heels and my hands went back to her knees so I could take her in.
“You good?” My voice was the coarsest it’d ever been.
And Brinley? She gave me this loopy, lopsided smile. The girl fully doped up on pleasure.
My chest stretched in pleasure, too, though it was a different kind.
It was the kind that murmured of pride and relief and the simmering of joy.
So fucking reckless it wasn’t funny, but fuck me, there was some stupid part inside me that wanted to make her happy.
I was fucked.
So fucking fucked.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” she mumbled around that dopey grin.
I cocked a smirk. “Told you I was going to take care of you.”
Redness touched her cheeks, Brinley going fully vulnerable.
“It turns out, I like the way you take care of me, Silas Mercer.”
“That’s good because I plan on doing it again and again.”
Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, and she sat up, that fall of hair raining around her shoulders, eyes firing with greed and interest and the barest flickers of uncertainty as she slid a hand from my stomach down to my aching cock.
Rubbing me over my jeans, she barely peeked up at my face. “It seems like maybe I need to take care of you, too.”
I choked, nearly knocked from my feet by the greed that surged through my body.
Gritting my teeth, I curled my hand around her wrist, stopping her. I knew if my dick got free of its confines, I was going to fuck her senseless, and I wasn’t positive she was ready for that.
Hell, I wasn’t sure either of us were ready for that or if we would ever really be.
My dick strained, wailing in reproach, hating that the bare specks of my conscience were cutting this off while the rest of me felt like we were just getting started.
But I had to admit, even touching her this way was bliss, and that was going to have to be enough.
“No, baby.”
Her face pinched. “You don’t…?”
I could feel the questions.
The hurt and the rejection.
I shot forward and framed her face in my hands.
The feel of her against my palms singed me all over again.
“If you think I don’t want you, Brinley, you’re horribly mistaken. I’ve never wanted anything more in all my life. But you, Little Wildfire, are a treasure, and I fucking refuse to tarnish that.”
The fingers of her left hand swept over the back of my hand. “That’s funny since every time you touch me, everything feels a little bit better.”
More of the vulnerability.
Trust.
Truth.
Amber gaze churning with every dangerous emotion she shouldn’t feel.
Or maybe it was only my heart that was slanting toward the treacherous.
And I shouldn’t fucking do it. I knew it. But I eased forward and took that tempting mouth.
Only this time I kissed her slow.
Desperate and deep and with the few shards of myself that I had left to give.
A call of my spirit and a plea of my tongue.
Brinley kissed me back.
Every bit as ardently.
I felt cracks splintering the floor below me.
I forced myself to pull back, except my next action was every bit as reckless since I gathered her up, pulled her into my arms, and carried her to my bed.
I propped her on the side of it, then snatched a tee from my dresser, my eyes on her the whole time as I returned to her. Reaching out, I slowly, carefully, peeled her out of her dress then worked my tee over her head.
She swam in it, and there was something brand new stretching across my chest as I stared down at her sitting there wearing my shirt.
Wild curls cascading around her. A softness I’d never seen before etched on her face.
I stripped down to my underwear, then climbed onto the bed, nestled her in at my side so we were looking at each other.
Face-to-face.
Staring at each other through the ghosts that frolicked in the night.
I took her hand and held it up between us as I threaded my fingers through hers and murmured, “Tell me, I need to know.”