Page 32 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“Zeph?”

I can’t believe my eyes. She’s alive. She’s so ungodly thin, and there’s still shadows of bruises on her tear-streaked face and arms, but she alive and as beautiful as ever.

“Oh baby girl.”

I wail, rushing to her, grabbing her and lifting her up in my arms, squeezing her so tightly.

“I thought you were dead. They told me you died.”

“Zeph.”

She cries into my neck, soaking my skin with her tears as she buries herself into me.

“They told me you died.”

I know how she feels, like she can’t get close enough to me. Touching isn’t enough, I want to be inside her, and she wants to be in me, to be one being.

“I missed you so much.”

I weep into her hair, kissing her crown over and over again.

I never want to stop kissing her, I don’t want to put her down. She’s mine again, and this time I’m learning from my mistakes.

Fucking tell her already. Jesus.

“I wanted to die.”

She sobs.

“But I just wouldn’t.”

“Me too baby, me too. Because the world knew you were still out there. Because…I love you.”

“Oh Zephyr.”

She whimpers.

“I love you too.”

It’s too much to take in. She was dead, now she’s not, and she’s been here all along. If only I had come here like I wanted, I would have seen it. I never would have done what I did, I never would have tried to end myself on the highway. I never would have…anything.

The confusion that morphed into relief is now turning again, this time to anger. The longer I hold her and kiss her silky hair, the madder I become. This was on purpose. The guys knew she was alive and told me otherwise.

“Baby? Who told you I was dead?”

I ask her, hugging her tighter because I know the answer and I know I’m not going to like it.

“Marcus and the captain came together. Marcus has been checking on me, making sure I’m okay. He was really nice.”

“Motherfucker. I’m going to kill him.”

I growl against her head, watching her vibrate from the contact of her face with my throat.

“Baby, I have to kill him.”

“I know. But not right now. Now I need you to love me the way only you can.”

“Yes baby. Anything you want.”

I say, kicking the front door closed behind me with a bang, carrying her through her apartment.

The place is a mess, like she just gave up. Clothes are strewn everywhere, and dishes are piled up in the kitchen. Normally my OCD would be screaming at me to fix it up for her, but not now. Now all I want is to be on top of her and inside of her, to love her and fuck her, and to make her scream in passion instead of pain.

The door to her bedroom crashes against the wall behind it as I kick it open, not wanting to take my hands off of her now that I finally have her again. Even the removal of my touch for a split second to turn a door knob is too much.

I can’t even toss her on the bed like I know she likes, the lack of skin-on-skin contact is too hard for me, so I set her down gently, keeping my bare chest to her as I slowly lay her down and position myself between her smooth thighs.

“Thank fuck you have a dress on.”

I chuckle to her, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her floral perfume that I have missed so much.

She giggles, and pulls me tighter to her, dropping her legs open more.

“Zeph, make love to me.”

“I intend to baby girl.”

I whisper in her ear, licking up her neck, blowing my breath across her skin, watching her break out in goosebumps.

“I absolutely intend to.”

Her dress peels off easily and flutters to the floor, then my leather pants follow, and my underwear, until we’re both naked. It’s heaven being against her again, my hips settling between her thighs, my hands roaming all over her, squeezing and plumping her flesh.

“God you feel so good. Please Zeph.”

“Yes baby.”

I’m rock hard and ready for her, and by the smell of her arousal filling the room I can tell she’s more than ready for me, but I don’t want to rush it. I want it to be right. I’ve dreamt of this every night since I thought I lost her, and now that I have it, I want the fantasies to come true.

She moans a deep throaty sound as I kiss across her jaw and down her neck, stopping to dip my tongue in the hollow of her throat before I move down to her chest. Her tits are swollen and perky and just begging for my affections, and I grab them, holding them together and close my mouth around both nipples together.

She writhes on the bed under me, her body rubbing up and against my cock, making it leak for her, and I groan out my need against her hardened little buds.

“Oh fuck yes.”

She sighs, her hands weaving into my hair, and her fingers digging into my scalp.

“Mmmm, good girl.”

I mumble around her nipples, sucking them hard, flattening them to the roof of my mouth with my tongue.

She’s divine as she moves and pulls at my curly hair, and those sounds, the ones I loved so much come back.

“Harder.”

“Yes baby.”

I moan, rocking my hips slowly against her, feeling my dick rub in the crook between her pussy and her thigh.

She’s so wet that she’s already dripping, and the fluids coat my skin, making me all slick, letting me slide against her flesh easily. It feels so good that I start to throb in need for her.

“I was going to eat you baby, but I can’t help it. I have to be inside you now.”

I say to her, letting her tits fall from my mouth with an audible pop.

“Please. I have to have you in me.”

It’s a homecoming as I grab my cock in my hand, fisting it a few times, then slide it inside of her. She gasps and rolls her hips inviting me in greedily and I push slowly, allowing her to feel every inch as I revel in the sensations of her.

She’s an inferno inside, all hot and wet, and utterly perfect, heating my dick, and warming my fucking soul.

“Oh fuck yes Phoenix, God you’re perfect.”

I want, no, need for every inch of me to be touching her, and I flatten her to the bed, my body pressing her into the mattress as I rock my hips back and forth. It’s slow at first, letting her get accustomed to me again, but not for long. The desire to have her screaming my name and clawing at my back and chest are too much.

“More baby?”

I ask her, pressing into her and holding myself in her as deep as I can go.

“Yes. Always more with you.”

Reaching above her head and grabbing a pillow, I tap her on the hip to have her lift up, then stuff it under her, tilting her up more, and my cock slides in another inch. She gasps and I moan as I fuck her so deeply, hitting the end of her channel with each thrust.

I’m lost in her, in her body, and in her soul as I make love to her, pushing in and pulling out so easily with how wet she is. The smell of sex fills the room, and the sounds of our skin slapping together echoes around us, and I go faster.

“Fuck yes Zeph.”

She cries out, her hands sliding down my neck to my back, her nails scratching my skin, making me tense up then immediately relax.

“Claw me baby. Mark me again.”

I grunt, thrusting my hips faster, driving up into her, needing to hold her in pace so I don’t slide her up the bed and away from me with the force.

Her nails dig into my back, piercing me, cutting me as I plow harder and harder, making her pant and whine.

“Mark me too. Please. Make me yours completely.”

She says, scratching harder.

I can feel the blood oozing from my back, hot little drips dribble down my skin, and she smears it across me with her hands, painting me with it.

Looking around the room, there’s nothing that I can cut her with, and I don’t want to leave a bite mark, that’s too generic. Without losing my pace in and out of her little cunt, I reach down and find my pants on the floor, digging through the pocket, pulling out my lighter.

I expect to hear him say to burn her, but he’s always silent when I’m buried inside of her, and his voice is not there, only my own, the one that belongs to me and not him. But yet I say the same thing, only I don’t want to burn her burn her, I just want to mark her.

Her eyes follow my hand with the lighter as I hold it up, lifting myself off her body so I can keep fucking her and have my hands free. She tilts herself up more to keep me in place and accepts everything my cock gives to her as I flick the wheel and light the flame.

I don’t touch it to her skin though, I hold it, watching the fire flicker as I plow her pussy more and more. It’s getting hot in my hand, the plastic heating in my grip and the little metal cap getting red hot.

“Ready baby?”

I ask her, watching her for any signs of resistance, but there’s none.

“Yes.”

She sighs, her hands reaching out and holding onto mine as I lower the lighter to her flesh, letting the flame go out.

I press it to the space between her breasts, right over her heart, and watch as her eyes grow huge from the pain. She stays still and doesn’t stop me, but she winces and pants through it until I lift it and tilt it just a little and press it to her again. I can smell the scent of the flesh cooking as I hold it to her, and she takes it so well.

“I’m gonna…”

Her words disappear on an earth-shattering scream as she cums violently around me, holding my hands and the hot lighter to her flesh, not letting me pull it away.

“Such a good fucking girl baby. Cum for me while I burn you.”

She’s a wild woman growling and clawing at my chest, her nails bumping over the scar she placed on me a month ago as she cums over and over again, until she’s trembling and out of breath and so flushed that her skin is bright red. It’s beautiful.

“Cum for me please, Zeph. Please.”

She begs, squeezing my hips with her thighs that quake against me.

“Give it to me.”

“Yes baby. Anything for my good girl.”

I’m so fucking close, I can feel it right there, but it’s not ready yet. I need something more, something violent, something fucked up.

Like she can read my mind, she grabs the lighter from my hand and flicks it, peering at the flame the way I did when I heated it for her. The fire flickers in the reflections of her dark eyes as she waves it in front of my face, moving slowly enough that it doesn’t go out.

“Do it.”

I growl, slamming up into her so hard that I hear her hips crack.

“Now baby.”

The pain sears through the side of my neck as she extinguishes the flame and presses the lighter to my skin, searing it like a steak on a hot grill. I can hear it sizzle and smell it burn, and it throws me off the proverbial cliff and into my own orgasm.

It's intense, powerful, and fierce the way I cum, erupting inside of her with so much force I swear it’s going to come out her mouth.

“For fuck’s sake.”

I groan as I empty myself into her, draining my cock of everything that’s built up for the past fucking month.

It seems never-ending, as I dump load after load into her twitching pussy, and she takes it all, filling her up to overflowing.

I’m a spent and panting mess as I collapse onto her, my chest smashing against hers, our sweaty skin sliding across each other. Our breaths push against each other, and I can feel her heart beating the same crazy rhythm as mine.

“I can feel your heart. You’re alive.”

She says to me, speaking out loud the thoughts in my own head.

“Yes baby, and you’re alive too.”

I purr to her kissing her face and her neck, settling into her, trying to slow my body’s response to the best fucking orgasm ever.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Same goes to you.”

I chuckle, letting my cock slide from her pussy, feeling the mess pour out of her.

What about me?