Darkest Flame

She was rinsing the last of the conditioner from her hair when she was hauled up against the shower wall by a muscular form. Kellan didn’t give her time to acknowledge him before he was kissing her. He kiss was deep and thorough, calling her passion and desire easily.

 

Her body melted against his. She was insatiable when it came to him. He had woken a shameless wanton with his skilled touch and ravenous kisses.

 

His hands were suddenly everywhere, touching every part of her until she didn’t know where he ended and she began. With greedy hands she touched his steely muscles and warm flesh. His moan of pleasure only inflamed her own desires.

 

“You were no’ in the bed,” he said between kisses down her neck.

 

“You weren’t in the room when I woke.”

 

“We doona need a bed.”

 

She shook her head and then gasped as he bent and closed his lips around her nipple before suckling. “No, no bed ne … needed.”

 

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice husky from desire.

 

Her voice would no longer work. Denae simply nodded her head.

 

He began to kiss down her stomach, and she hastily pulled him back up for a kiss. She knew if she let him have his way with her it would be hours before she could think straight again, and she wanted her fun with him this time.

 

Denae shoved him back until he was against the wall, a teasing light in his celadon eyes. “What’s this?”

 

“This,” she said as she ran her hands down his chest until she wound a hand around his engorged rod, “is my turn.”

 

His fingers flexed on her arms, but he didn’t stop her. Instead, he watched her, the hunger growing in his gaze until her knees nearly buckled from the passion running through her.

 

Denae knelt before him with the water beating upon her back. She looked at his impressive arousal, running both hands along his length. Then she looked up at him and slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

 

As she took him into her mouth, he let out a long, low moan. Denae squeezed her legs together and sucked him deeper, moving her head so he slid in and out of her mouth.

 

She had barely gotten into a rhythm before he had her on her feet and against the wall. He hooked an arm beneath her knee and filled her with one thrust.

 

“Your sweet mouth was about to make me come, and I needed to be inside you,” he said with heaving breaths.

 

Whatever words Denae was going to say were lost as he began to move inside her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as her head dropped back.

 

There was a hurried and frantic feel to their lovemaking. He swept her on a tide of unending, frenzied passion that took her breath and thought.

 

With each thrust he went deeper, harder. Try as she might to deny it, Denae felt the strings of their bond growing thicker, tighter.

 

It frightened her, this draw he had, and when she tried to pull away, he pinched her nipple, reminding her that she was his—even if it was just for the moment.

 

Denae couldn’t deny him, not even when her heart was in jeopardy. She opened her body and her heart to him—whatever the consequences.

 

His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded inside her, the water slicing between them. The climax came with no warning, it was wild and intense, made only more so as Kellan continued to plunge inside her.

 

Denae was hanging onto Kellan, wondering how he could remain standing. Her body hummed with satisfaction, but she should’ve known he would want more from her.

 

He withdrew and positioned her so that she was leaning forward with her ass in the air. He came up behind her and filled her.

 

Denae moaned, her hands spread on the wet glass as she rocked forward with every thrust. The feel of his balls grazing her thighs sent a flood of desire straight to her already sensitive sex.

 

Then he reached around and cupped her breasts, teasing and massaging her nipples. As if on cue, her body responded to his touch.

 

Her second orgasm was coming closer, her body on fire once more. One of Kellan’s hands then found her clit. With one swirl of his finger, she was tumbling into another climax, this one stronger than the first.

 

She screamed his name, just as he gave a bellow and thrust deep and gave in to his orgasm.

 

For a long time they stayed as they were. Any minute the world would intrude, but each precious second was theirs. Kellan kissed the back of her neck and slowly pulled out of her.

 

Denae straightened and turned as he grabbed the soap and began to wash her. Laughter filled the bathroom as they washed each other, stopping for long kisses and teasing touches.

 

It was during one scorching kiss that a series of loud bangs could be heard from the bedroom door. A beat later someone shouted for Kellan.

 

He pulled back, a slight frown marring his features. “I have to go.”

 

“I know,” she said and made sure he accepted her forced and shaking smile. She wanted him to walk away without knowing that she was falling completely apart.

 

She waited, her heart in her throat, for him to say they needed to talk, or even to ask her to stay awhile. Instead, he turned off the shower and handed her a towel.

 

Denae held the towel against her as he walked from the shower and into the bedroom.

 

Just as she knew in her heart he was walking out of her life.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FORTY