Page 149 of Burning Ember

“You’re evil.”

He chuckles and drives into me again. “Yeah, I can be when I need to be.” He withdraws and thrusts again. “But you like that, don’t you? You want a nice guy by your side and a devil in the bedroom.”

I want to deny it, but I can’t.

To prove his point, Mav pushes on my chest and lays me back. He bites my nipple while at the same time slides the kitchen towel under my head so my skull doesn’t crack on the granite countertop. A dominant male and a gentleman wrapped up in one man. He grabs my hands and moves them up over my head. He pins them there with one of his. All the while watching my face and judging my reaction.

I wait for the panic to come, but it doesn’t. I brace for fear to hit, but only trust and longing flow through me. He brushes his lips over mine and whispers, “Let go, Doll. Just feel me and enjoy how I make you feel.”

His tongue enters my mouth and I moan as it tangles with mine. My eyes close and I give into him. He pulls my legs around his hips, and I lock them behind him as pounds into me.

His mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder. His teeth sink into my skin. An electric-like shock jolts through every nerve ending, and moves through my body. My inner muscles start to contract around him. Mav grunts and curses all the way through my orgasm as if he’s fighting to hold on to his control.

I peer up at him through my lashes. His dark features are riddled with lust and his jaw muscle pops.

“One more time, Doll.”

His hand drops to my sex and his thumb strokes my clit. I shy away at first because I’m sensitive but he won’t stop. He just keeps rubbing then pinching.

I see the smoke billowing up behind him. Enough to set off the fire alarms if they weren’t already dismantled. But I couldn’t care less. The only fire I’m paying attention to is the one we’re making together. And there is no stopping it now.

At the thought, my orgasm takes hold and my back bows off the counter. Every muscle in my body strings tight and then convulses.

We don’t always need an alarm going off to let us know we’re in danger.

MAVERICK

The moment her pussy starts gripping my cock for the second time, the tornado of pleasure I’ve kept at bay slams into me. Heat rushes down my spine and my orgasm hits like a wrecking ball. The growl barreling though my chest vibrates through my entire body, and I plunge deep inside her.

“Fuuuck.”

For the third time, I fill her. And for the first time, I’m completely aware that I’ve taken her bare, not only to feel her without anything between us, but for other reasons that plague me with guilt.

I know what we have is new and breakable. I feel the fragility of it every time we kiss, every time I touch her, and every time I take her to make her mine. So then why the fuck am I sabotaging this, instead of letting it happen naturally, as it needs to?

I know why though.

I crave what she can give me, a future and a family. And the idea that she could disappear haunts me. Getting her pregnant ties her to me, and I can’t envision a tomorrow without her in it. I don’t want to.

I’ve failed at fighting off my survival instinct that tells me to keep her close. To keep her here. I’ve given in to the temptation to find a way to cage this beautiful creature so I can keep her for my own. And in doing so, I’ve become no better than the monster she ran from.

I feel evil as fuck for sinking so low. But my craving for her is a thousand times worse than my addiction to cigarettes. It’s all-consuming and makes me feel like a drug addict. A sick, obsessed, would-cheat-and-steal-to-get-another-hit junky.

Something I fucking hate.

Pulling her up to me, I take her mouth. I push away my sixth sense that tells me I’m in danger. I don’t need the warning. I already know all she has to do is walk away, and without ever striking a match, she’ll burn my world down around me.

What you discover at the end of an unpaved road may surprise you.

MAVERICK

A downpour seems imminent as the blackening storm clouds overhead rumble with thunder. I pray the storm holds long enough to allow me to do what I need to do.

The turbulent weather is a reflection of my mood, which has darkened since this morning. I mistakenly thought the burn that used to torment my chest was a thing of the past, but the nearer we get to our destination the more it intensifies. At every exit, I battle with the urge to turn off and drive in the opposite direction.

But I know I can’t.

Ember needs to see this.