“It burns.”
“I know. I know, sweetheart, but it’s a good burn. You like the way this burns.”
Of course, she did. She knew that, yet why was she was so worried? Why couldn’t she just enjoy what was happening between them? He moved deeper in her and flames lashed over her skin and seemed to swallow her whole. She screamed as sensations poured over her.
He gripped her hips in his large hands and lifted her, driving down savagely. It felt … wonderful. “More,” she demanded, uncaring what he might think.
He moved in her, fast and hard, plunging deep, over and over until the breath was coming out of her in ragged pants and she was streaking her nails down his shoulders and back in an effort to find something to anchor herself to when she was flying too high.
She never wanted him to stop, and he seemed more than willing to oblige her. He kept her on the edge for so long she was afraid she might really lose her mind, but then when he tipped her over, it was worse, her body rippling with contractions, with waves of such intense pleasure, it was both ecstasy and hell. Opposites, yet so close together. She had both sensations at once and it didn’t matter. She needed more.
Then he was pouring himself into her. She felt the lash of that heat, the swelling of his shaft as it pushed against her tender muscles, demanding she surrender completely. Completely . Staring into those blue flames, she did, letting herself fall, flinging herself right over the edge of the cliff, praying he’d catch her before she hit the earth below.
The fall was unlike anything she’d faced in the past. She floated, her body on fire, feeling so good she couldn’t do anything but experience it. Still, the fire refused to be put out, and she found herself in tears.
“It won’t stop,” she whispered, burying her face in his neck.
“We’re just starting,” he assured. “I’ve heard this can be brutal on women. I’m right here, Ashe. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled out of her, and she cried out as his heavy erection dragged over her sensitive clit. It hurt. It felt good. She needed more. He rolled off her, and with one arm around her waist, took her to the edge of the bed and positioned her easily, bending her over, so that her feet, on the floor, were spread apart, and her head was on the mattress.
“Hurry,” she whispered again, jamming her fist into her mouth.
The need was building and building, a wild, feral urgency that left her breathless and terrified. It had to go away. It had to be assuaged. There was only Timur in her world in that moment. Timur was her only hope.
She felt the broad head of his erection push into her and she pushed back, desperation setting in. His hands smoothed over her buttocks and down her thighs, creating the sensation of flames licking over her skin. Deep inside, she responded to that feeling, that brutal need. It was as if she was made for anything Timur could do to her.
Then he was riding her hard and she couldn’t think. His hands were everywhere, heightening the sensations pouring over and into her. Her breath came in those raggedly insane pants that meant she couldn’t find her voice, but it didn’t matter. Everything he did, everywhere he touched or rubbed, or smacked, it was everything she needed.
Every hard jolt set her nipples rubbing along the sheet, the friction feeling like a fire in her breasts. Her nipples seemed to have a connection, a line straight to her clit. He was manipulating that little bud as well, flicking with his fingers, patting it hard, tugging and rolling so that crazy waves of heat rushed back and forth between her breasts and her sex.
Then she was sobbing as her body took over, the hardest orgasm she’d ever had rolling through her like thunder. Like a firestorm. “The tornado” he called her. It was huge and so strong it shook her and him as well. She heard his husky cry as if in the distance.
“You’re so hot, Ashe, and you’re milking me dry. Taking everything.” He collapsed over her even as her muscles continued to grip at him, dragging everything he had out of him.
He held her for a few minutes while they both fought to catch their breath. They didn’t have that kind of time. Ashe felt her female pushing hard for the surface, desperate, now that she was on such fire too. Her own body immediately felt the urgency again, the fire so hot and strong she buried her face in the sheets and wept. She couldn’t do this. It was flying too high. Singeing as the fire only got hotter. It was brutal. Terrible. Wonderful. Truly frightening.