Page 13 of Up in a Blaze

He hummed and nodded slightly. My gaze flared in surprise. As far as I’d figured, not many would allow it with a man they’d just met. Then again, I’d never wanted to do that to another before.

Having his trust, his approval, was a rush to my body. My climax tickled down my spine. “Christ,” I clipped, pulling free and wrapping my hand around my dick to jerk.

Henri sat back, smiling, gazing up at me like a devious devil.

Or my French firecracker.

Groaning, I released all over his face, on his chin, forehead, cheeks, swollen lips.

Reaching up, I quickly moved the water spray away so my seed lingered on his soft flesh. Want burned inside me to have my essence soak into him in a way it never had before. Leaning down, I gripped the back of his hair in one hand and used my fingers on the other to gently massage my cum in.

After, I dipped my thumb into his mouth and out again. He just kept smiling up at me.

Gripped with need, I reached down, wincing as my wound pulled, and grabbed his wrist, yanking him up. Turning him, I blanketed his body and wrapped my palm around his hard dick.

“Yes,” he moaned when I started jerking him off. He pushed his ass back against me.

Taking the front of his throat in hand, I squeezed. “Still,” I ordered.

His breaths panted out as he stopped moving against me and let me toy with his body.

Grazing my teeth against his neck, I then sucked his skin into my mouth, marring his flesh in another way that would show he was taken.

He quivered and whimpered. “Blaze, baiser. Coming,” he shouted.

I didn’t stop milking his cock until his body ceased shaking. He let out a noise that sounded a lot like a purr.

After turning him, I pinched his chin. “I’m keeping you,” I warned.

His lips quirked, and he rolled his eyes. “We will see how this goes.”

“I’m keeping you.”

“As long as you tell me why you were bleeding out in an alleyway.”

“It was the brother of a man I killed in revenge.”

He gasped, but he never moved away from me. That gave me hope. “Why did you kill his brother?”

“He beat, raped, and murdered my sister.”

His jaw clenched and gaze narrowed. “Then he deserved it.”

Fucking hell. He was my ideal partner already.

“Oui,” I answered.

His smile had my heart clenching. I wanted to bury myself into his goodness. Forever.

How had this man captured me in such a short amount of time?

I didn’t care. I wasn’t walking away.

“How do you know French?” he asked.

I brushed my nose up and over his temple. “My grandmother taught me when I was young. She passed away, and I kept learning for her.”

He shared another smile with me before he ran his hands up my chest. “You need more food and rest, mon chéri.”