Ready To Burn

Sienna

I barely noticed the room around me—his lips were on mine, stealing every breath, every thought. I only knew the door had been kicked open and then my back hit the bed, legs locked around his hips, his body pressing me down as he kissed me like the world was ending.

I was drowning in him—his scent, his breath, his taste, his touch. My head was filled with Alex, and judging by the way I was moaning his name, he was going to fill much more of me with something entirely of him. Fuck beating around the bush—he was going to fuck me.

Breathless, we broke apart. He sat up, tugging my top open, unhooking my bra with a swift flick and tossing it aside. I reached for his t-shirt, desperate to strip him bare, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head as he pushed me back on the bed, under his mercy. Moonlight spilled through the window, catching in his hair as his smirk hovered just above my lips.

"Not yet, darling."

Before I could speak, his mouth closed around my nipple.

I cried out, arching into him as he lavished the same tormenting attention on the other. The heat of his mouth sent fire through every nerve. He was... godly. Magical. Indescribable.

His lips trailed lower, past my navel. He finally released my wrists to yank down my pants, flinging them across the room, then hooked his fingers under my panties. He slid them off with infuriating slowness, drinking in every inch of me with his eyes. Heat surged to my cheeks, my skin flushed, and though I wanted to hide, I knew this man would only drag me out of the shadows just to ruin me all over again.

"God, Sienna..." His voice broke with hunger as his fingers skimmed over my belly, then lower, brushing my thighs, my inner thighs. "You're so fucking perfect. You have no idea."

I tried to sit up, but he pressed me back down, his hand wrapping around my throat.

"Don't be impatient, Flower," he whispered against my lips, teasing me with the barest touch, denying me the kiss I craved. "I've got you. Trust me."

But I wasn't impatient.

I was desperate. I wanted to touch him. To feel him.

"I want to..." My voice cracked, cheeks burning. "Touch you."

And damn it—I confessed like a fool.

His smile was sinful, his lips brushing my jaw, his hand still firm around my throat. "Don't worry—you're the only one who gets to touch me."

If only he knew what those words did to me.

Then, with the devil's grin and a tongue made for sin, he parted my thighs and kissed my aching wet pussy. His tongue flicked against my clit before he sucked it into his mouth, swirling, teasing.

"Oh my god..." I moaned, fisting his hair, my head thrown back, hips trembling, eyes rolling as pleasure consumed me. He had barely started, yet I already felt like I was unraveling.

Just when I thought I couldn't take more, he pushed his tongue inside me, relentless, teasing. My hips bucked, my hands clutching him desperately.

"Alex—no..."

"You said something, Flower?" He glanced up, chin glistening, lips wet with me. His tongue darted out, licking from my slit up to my clit, his eyes locked with mine. "All I hear are these sweet little moans."

"Fuck, Alex!" My voice broke, my fingers clawing at the sheets now.

"You're trembling on the edge and I haven't even begun," he growled, dragging his lips over my inner thighs. "You're so fucking sensitive—it makes me want to break every limit you have."

The sound vibrated through me, and then his mouth was on me again. More fierce this time as if he wanted to drink every inch of me.

My head rolled back, a tear slipping down my cheek. This man—this sinful, beautiful man—had made me cry, and for all the best reasons.

Moans spilled from me with every stroke of his tongue. God, his tongue—deadly in words, devastating in touch. My body burned, wave after wave building, crashing, drowning me in bliss.

And this man between my thighs wasn't just taking me—he was worshipping me. Worshipping me to my very death. Nothing about this felt holy, but not a single second of it was anything less than divine. Nothing about this encounter was holy....but not a single moment did I feel we were doing anything unholy.

"Oh my—" My cry broke as his teeth grazed my clit before his tongue soothed the sting.

"Alex..."

"Fuck — keep saying my name like that and I'll make sure you don't walk for days, Flower," he growled, then sucked me into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue. It hit me like a tsunami.

I cried his name again — the loudest moan of the night — and came apart over him. He didn't stop; he licked every inch I offered, setting another cruel avalanche of want loose in me. Unable to hold back, I sat up, gripped his face and hauled him up, crushing my lips to his. He smiled into the kiss, seized my thighs and hauled me onto his lap, taking control, ravishing my mouth. I could taste myself on him.

"This is unfair," I mumbled between kisses as he bit my bottom lip, his left hand threading into the nape of my hair, fingers tangled in the back of my head. "I'm all naked and you're still dressed."

"You're welcome to fix that," he murmured, pulling away.

I smoothed a smile across my face and grabbed the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head. His bare torso rose before me and I nearly lost it. I pushed him back onto the bed, trailing kisses from his neck down to his chest and lower to his abs. He was beautiful — tasted like sin yet here I was—dying with urge to worship him.

He was a blank, perfect canvas. Never had a man with skin so unmarked drawn me like this, but Alex was different. His flawless skin — no tattoos, no scars — hit something raw inside me. Suddenly there was an urge to deface that perfection, to ruin him.

"It's surprising you don't have any tattoos, Mr. Grayson," I whispered, pressing my mouth to his neck and watching his breathing deepen, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced.

He chuckled, low and rough, hands settling at my hips. "I'm a man full of secrets, Sienna. I don't wear my thoughts on my skin."

"Well said." I smiled against him and bit his earlobe. He inhaled sharply, a shiver running the length of him, then in one fluid motion flipped us.

"Enough exploration for now." He grabbed my jaw, eyes burning into mine. "I'm going to fuck you now, Flower."

A delicious, terrifying shiver ran through me.