Touch of Flame

“I want you to ride me too.” His roughened voice vibrated in her chest.

Ride… him?

She felt heat rise to her face as she understood what he meant. Damned those books. Utterly shocked, her arms pushed at him, but his hold around her was firm.

“You are not an animal.”

“You bring out the animal in me.” His fingers dug into the sides of her waist. Ravina lost her breath, feeling the possessiveness in his grip. “Are you the rabbit now?” He asked pushing the hair back and away from her chest. “It used to be a dragon’s favorite food.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to the swell of her breasts. Surprised her hands flew to his shoulders. What was he doing?

“Malachi? Ah… people can see.”

She looked around worried but couldn’t focus from the way his mouth sucked on her. Oh God! Her head began to sway back.

“No one is here,” he rasped as he walked her backward with his mouth still on her skin.

“But…” the swirl of his tongue and the brush of his fingers over the top that covered her nipples turned the rest of her words into a soft moan.

He continued to lead her back until she felt the wooden door of the stall behind her. It swung open with her back as they entered. Her heart skipped when she found herself in the small space as he gently placed her against the wall.

She could tell he was more controlled now and was careful with her back as he kept a hand behind her, putting a small distance between her and the wall.

His lips found her neck as he gently cupped her breast, massaging it lightly through the fabric. His touch sent a heady pleasure from those hard nubs and through her body. Her legs felt shaky and she grasped his shoulders, arching against his touch.

Malachi pulled her away from the wall and his lips came to cover hers. This time he kissed her without aggression. His lips were strokes of heat, a bit coffee, a bit spice. His tongue was likewise as it invaded her mouth, leaving no room for privacy. Baring her, tasting her, and then slowly melting her.

She moaned into his mouth and felt as if she was falling back.

Maybe because she was.

Ravina was suddenly laying in a haystack with him on top of her. Oh, God! In a stall? She should stop.

As if knowing what she was thinking, he pulled back and looked at her. Her face flushed a bright crimson.

Malachi slipped a hand inside her top and freed one breast. Holding it in his hand he brushed his thumb over the hard peak. Ravina whimpered as heat licked between her legs the way his tongue came to lick the peak before taking it into his mouth.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched with the pull of his mouth as he suckled on her. His other hand found her still-bound breast, now sucking, licking, and stroking at the same time. A maddening need grew in her, a constant throbbing replacing the heat between her thighs. Her heartbeat became frantic and her breath harsh, her lungs barely keeping up.

Malachi freed her other breast, giving it attention as well. Ravina’s toes curled and uncurled with every pull of his mouth and her insides felt tight. She grasped his shoulders, her body seeking his, seeking a way to ease the tension in her body.

She almost cried in relief when her core found his thigh. She rubbed against him, unsure why, but she came to understand when the slickness of her need grew and the pleasure heightened. God, she wanted more.

Malachi groaned, tearing his lips from her breast. He grabbed her hip and held her still.

“You want to kill me, princess?” His expression was tight as if in pain.

“Not yet,” she breathed, her hands acting on their own and pulling him down on her.

Malachi’s other leg came between hers, forcing them aside even more before his hips pushed into her. His chest pressed against her already sensitive nipples and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her again. She could still not stop from rubbing herself against him, this time feeling a hard thick length against her hip.

Malachi groaned again, his hips rutting against her and turning off the alarm that the size of him set off.

“Ah!” Her fingers dug into his back and her eyes shut tightly.

She couldn’t take it anymore. “Malachi!” She tore her lips from his.

“Yes. Tell me what you want?”

She was too obvious but also too frustrated to care. “I…” she didn’t know.

“Yes…” he urged her on, his eyes staring into hers while his hand pulled her skirt up. Then he slid his hand underneath, his hot palm gliding over the top of her thigh. “Tell me,” he said leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “What do you want from me?”

His touch came to the inside of her thigh. He kissed her right under her ear while his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Ravina shivered. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He whispered, his hands slowly sliding further into the heat but not quite reaching where she ached.

“Show me,” he said knowing she couldn’t speak.

He reached closer and a deep moan of frustration left her lips. She grasped his wrist before she knew and guided his hand.

“Here,” he rasped, his voice coated with need and satisfaction.

“Ah!” She cried out when his fingers found her womanhood.

He touched her lazily, not fully the way she wanted and her hand tightened around his wrist, urging him to rub her.

“Like this,” he asked, now stroking her with more precision.

She couldn’t speak at this point and when his mouth found her breast again, sucking while stroking her, the tension became unbearable. She was about to push his hand away, shocked by the sensation but he touched her just right, sending her over the edge. Her body gave in with a shudder, shaking her, drowning her under waves of pleasure.