Lahat ng Kabanata ng Flesh And Fire: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

"Cleeeeeeeean!” " Clean your fucking hoarders quarters, Rob"I bellowed it. I was angry, but that was because I was hot. It was summer and I swear, the ozone layer was at my fucking window. It was hotter than fuck, and I hate heat.“I am cleaning,” Rob said.I stood in the center of my husband's workroom and stared.He was a hoarder. But he refused to believe it no matter how many times she told him or pointed it out. There was… stuff as far as the eye could see. Nails in baby-food jars, loops of rope, screws, hammers, sand-paper. There was a crab bushel full of electrical wire and it appeared to be severed at both ends. Both. Ends.What the fuck was that for?“This is not clean,” I whispered. “This is an episode of one of those shows about those deadbeat murderous people who hoard,” I growled. But I pressed my ass to his workbench and tried to catch my breath. It might be insanely cluttered, but at least it was cool. No wonder this was his man lair. It reeked of his manly scen

I had a secret. A deep, sensual secret. And there was something about a person who was actively keeping a secret finding out another person's secret. It was thrilling and heady. Even more thrilling when both secrets aligned and fed from each other."There you go,” Kelvin said, and in nearly the same instant, the television flickered on. A peppy blonde was onscreen swearing that “you at home” could make a gourmet meal with everyday ingredients found in a typical kitchen. I couldn’t pay attention to her delectable spread of food, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking out of the waistband of Kelvin’s jeans.It was undeniable. That wasn't a male boxer this huge sexy hunk of a man was wearing. It couldn't be. I knew what it was, yet I could not wrap my head around the full thought of it. Kelvin was on his hands and knees, with his head buried behind the TV set, as he explained that a couple of cables had popped loose. I swear, I

My girlfriend had a weird thing going on. She was very secretive with her body. It was super weird today because it was the fourth time we’d had sex.I had expected that if she was shy, she would at least loosen up a little more each time we made love. But it stayed the same. She never budged.It was becoming concerning. Each time before, when we were done, she rushed to cover her breasts with the blankets as I reached over to turn on the nightstand lamp and to get my aftersex cigarette and the ashtray. I’d finish my cigarette and head to the bathroom.When I returned, her men’s tank top was back on. I hated that damnee tank top. But she always had it handy. Always. I had thought about burning g ot or casually loosing it in the trash can sometimes, but never went along with my thoughts. Fu'ck...That damn piece of clothe was keeping me from viewing and enjoying my girls body. The first time we were together, I begged for her breasts to come out and play. Her luscious, hot-as-hell boob

Ruthless in my primitive need, I begin to pound into her, filling her fast and deep. Her soft feminine flesh easily absorbs the impact of my thrusts. I try to vary my strokes and pace, finding her sweet spots. The bed squeaks. Emily pants, whimpers and writhes. “Ah, ah, ah,” she whimpers and gasps – a constant sound of insatiable feminine arousal. Her skin flushes. It’s shiny with perspiration. A damp lock of her thick brown hair curls over her cheek. Disheveled and wild with sensation, she glows. She’s never been so beautiful. Her eyes plead in supplication. Fists clenching the sheets, bending toward me, her lips and breasts seek my heat. I know she wants to touch me. Sheets are a poor substitute and I want to reward her obedience. I want to give her everything she needs. “Put your hands on me, Em,” I growl. “Let me feel how much you want me.” The sound she makes is an inarticulate cry of joy. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling my hair and scratching my

My breathing was uneven, shallow and fast. The ritual was over, but the bond had not loosened its grip. If anything, it had only tightened, winding through my veins like molten fire.I pressed my back against the door and closed my eyes. I could still smell them. It should have been impossible, with Kael and Riven both far from my room, but their scents clung to me as if they had been burned into my skin.Kael was pine forests after rain, clean and sharp, threaded with something steady and grounding. Riven was darker, heavier, like smoke curling from a fire, warm and dangerous. Both scents tangled in my mind, wrapping around me until I could not separate one from the other.My fingers curled into the thin fabric of my gown. Every beat of my heart seemed to send a ripple of heat lower, deep in my belly, where the ache had started earlier under the moonlight and had not faded since. It was unbearable, this constant throb, as if my body already knew what it wanted and resented me for d