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Taking my hand, he runs the rag over my breasts before I can run it down his body. I light him first and as I lean, the fire catches against my skin. As my head falls back, Jase presses his body to mine, gripping the hair at the base of my skull and pulling it back as his teeth scrape against my neck.

He takes control then, laying me down and playing with me, toying with the fire between us.

It’s a dangerous game to play with fire, but I feel like he’s made the rules. I feel invincible with him, like nothing matters except for what he tells me in that moment.

The light flicks between us, burning hot and roaring until it extinguishes. It happens so fast, but each moment seems more and more intense. Hotter, heavier and upping the stakes of how much of our skin is sensitized.

Until the lights have gone out and the heat dissipates, leaving me yearning for more.

More than the fire this time. I need him. The pieces of him that fire can’t give me. I breathe into Jase’s kiss, “I want you.”

He devours me, pushing me to the floor and bracing himself above me, settling between my spread legs before tilting my hips how he wants them. Jase isn’t gentle when he enters me. He teases me at first, pressing the head of his cock against my folds and sliding it up to my clit, rubbing me and taunting me before slamming inside of me to the hilt and making me scream. I watch him hold his breath as he does it, and he watches me just the same.

I’m lost in the lust of his gaze, lost in the gentle touches of his hands on my breasts where the fire just was as he pistons his hips, deliberately and with a steady pace that drives me to near insanity. He’s controlled and measured, even through the intense pleasure. I feel him hit my back wall, the ridges of his cock pressing against every sensitive bundle of nerves as he fucks me like this. Deep and ruthlessly, but making every thrust push me higher.

I barely notice when he raises his body from mine. The heat from the fireplace blazes, but it doesn’t compare to what it feels like to have his body on top of mine. I lift my shoulders off the ground, reaching up to hold on to his, but he shoves himself deep inside of me, making my back bow. Throwing my head back with pleasure, I see the lit candle, I see him tilt it to its side where it rolls away, the flame still lit, the fire growing, catching in a crevice of the hard wood floors.

Lighting ablaze.

“Jase!” I scream, pausing my body, but he doesn’t stop, he crashes his lips to mine, hushing me as the fire roars behind us. Pressing my palms against him, I try to push him away so he can see, but he resists.

He ignores me to the point where I feel as though I’ve imagined it.

“Fire.” I breathe out the word in a ragged whisper as he fucks me while the pleasure mounts and stirs in my belly; it overrides the fear. Jase tells me at the shell of my ear, “I know.”

My heart races chaotically as I look into his eyes and he speaks with his lips close to mine, “Trust me.” The fire behind us echoes in his eyes.

It takes me a moment to realize he’s still. He’s stopped. And the fire is real.

With the flames reflecting in his dark gaze, I reach up and pull him toward me, urging him on before kissing him.

The flames grow brighter and I can’t stop watching them. Even as he ruts between my legs, bringing my pleasure higher and higher, my body getting hotter and the intensity of everything mixing with the fear and pain and utter rapture.

“It’s on fire,” I say and the fear creeps into my voice. “The room’s on fire.” Even so, Jase doesn’t stop. He’s savage as he fucks me into the ground, kissing his way down my neck. My nails dig into his skin as I hear and feel the fire grow. My heart pounds against his. “Trust me,” he whispers.

The flames rise higher and higher, igniting against everything around us, even though it doesn’t travel across the black blanket. “Kiss me,” Jase commands, gripping my chin and pulling me back to him.

“Jase,” I gasp his name, the fear and heat of the fire stealing me from him. His lips crash against mine and with a hand on my back and another on my ass, he moves me to the floor, pinning me there with his weight.

Thrusting himself inside of me, my back arches, my head falls back and I stare at the flickers of red and yellow flames as they engulf the room surrounding us.


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