shirt and wrapped my arms around his hard, smooth body, plunging my fingers into the waistband of his leather pants at the small of his back.
My soft slacks fell in a puddle on the floor, nearly torn in half.
I yanked him into my body, grinding my hips against the hard ridge of flesh that tented the buttery leather of his pants. I infused the leather with power, ripping the pants down the back and scoring his skin in the process.
Dialle sucked in a breath at the pain and his head fell back. I covered his hickey with my lips, sucking hard. Dialle growled and picked me up, slamming me into his velvet-padded throne. I hit the soft back hard and before I could catch my breath, he was on me, his long, hard body covering mine. He pulled my legs apart and buried himself in my body. My body stretched delightfully to accommodate his thick, hard length.
I screamed, my body shattering with pleasure.
Dialle initiated a steady, aggressive rhythm, the rigid flesh of his cock scraping delightfully against the super-sensitized skin of my pussy. I wrapped my fingers around his arms and held on, gritting my teeth against the pleasure-pain racking my overheated body.
Sparks built around us. A wall of heat and fire obscured us from the outside world, dancing in time to our sexual rhythm and flaring with the bright colors of passion. Reds, oranges and purples infused the wall of flame, creating heat without destruction, pleasure rather than pain.
The flames were an extension of our passion, a visible measure of our need. And they had built to massive proportions, threatening to touch the ceiling high above our heads.
As Dialle built the tempo to a near frantic pace, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down so I could capture his lips. His kiss brought me another notch higher in the lust scale, turning my entire body into flame. My skin felt as if it had been rubbed raw, every nerve ending firing in an overload of sensation. My clit throbbed painfully, my nipples ached. Heated cream ran from my pussy to drench our straining thighs.
Dialle’s tongue engaged mine in a sweet dance. The scent of his breath intoxicated me, making me dizzy. My lips slid from his mouth and forged a path over his chin, down his throat, to the spot just above his shoulder where I’d marked him.
He tensed as my lips covered the spot. Electrical energy surged from the hickey as I covered it with my lips, making my lips tingle. I opened my mouth and pulled the area between my lips, nibbling the sensitive skin in a tease.
Dialle stopped moving within my body and went into a waiting posture, his muscles bulging as he held himself perfectly still. Only his cock jumped within my channel, too close to climax to stay still.
My teeth teased the area, drawing out the moment. Dialle’s breath came shallow and fast in his chest.
My fingers slid over the warm silk of his pecs, tweaking the small brown nipples into rigid peaks. His body vibrated in expectation. I flicked my tongue across the slightly reddened flesh.
Dialle shuddered and arched his back, sending his impossibly hard cock deep inside my body on a spine-bendingly slow stroke. I sucked in a pleasured breath.
The flames around us stopped their frantic dancing and hung, hopeful and still over us. The air was scented with our sexual musk. The heat bathing us in the warmed scent.
I love your cock, Dialle. I need your body. But your heart is everything. I need you to come back to me.
He opened his eyes and fixed me with a silver-spun gaze. Gentle blue hovered behind the silver swirls. He promised me nothing with that gaze. It was warmer than before, but still cold in comparison to the heat we were creating with our bodies.
Dialle?
Finish this, Astra. It is all we have right now.
Tears filled my eyes. I closed them to shut out the cold nature of his gaze and sucked Dialle’s hickey into my mouth. His body arched over me, power speared between us, pulling us into the
My soft slacks fell in a puddle on the floor, nearly torn in half.
I yanked him into my body, grinding my hips against the hard ridge of flesh that tented the buttery leather of his pants. I infused the leather with power, ripping the pants down the back and scoring his skin in the process.
Dialle sucked in a breath at the pain and his head fell back. I covered his hickey with my lips, sucking hard. Dialle growled and picked me up, slamming me into his velvet-padded throne. I hit the soft back hard and before I could catch my breath, he was on me, his long, hard body covering mine. He pulled my legs apart and buried himself in my body. My body stretched delightfully to accommodate his thick, hard length.
I screamed, my body shattering with pleasure.
Dialle initiated a steady, aggressive rhythm, the rigid flesh of his cock scraping delightfully against the super-sensitized skin of my pussy. I wrapped my fingers around his arms and held on, gritting my teeth against the pleasure-pain racking my overheated body.
Sparks built around us. A wall of heat and fire obscured us from the outside world, dancing in time to our sexual rhythm and flaring with the bright colors of passion. Reds, oranges and purples infused the wall of flame, creating heat without destruction, pleasure rather than pain.
The flames were an extension of our passion, a visible measure of our need. And they had built to massive proportions, threatening to touch the ceiling high above our heads.
As Dialle built the tempo to a near frantic pace, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down so I could capture his lips. His kiss brought me another notch higher in the lust scale, turning my entire body into flame. My skin felt as if it had been rubbed raw, every nerve ending firing in an overload of sensation. My clit throbbed painfully, my nipples ached. Heated cream ran from my pussy to drench our straining thighs.
Dialle’s tongue engaged mine in a sweet dance. The scent of his breath intoxicated me, making me dizzy. My lips slid from his mouth and forged a path over his chin, down his throat, to the spot just above his shoulder where I’d marked him.
He tensed as my lips covered the spot. Electrical energy surged from the hickey as I covered it with my lips, making my lips tingle. I opened my mouth and pulled the area between my lips, nibbling the sensitive skin in a tease.
Dialle stopped moving within my body and went into a waiting posture, his muscles bulging as he held himself perfectly still. Only his cock jumped within my channel, too close to climax to stay still.
My teeth teased the area, drawing out the moment. Dialle’s breath came shallow and fast in his chest.
My fingers slid over the warm silk of his pecs, tweaking the small brown nipples into rigid peaks. His body vibrated in expectation. I flicked my tongue across the slightly reddened flesh.
Dialle shuddered and arched his back, sending his impossibly hard cock deep inside my body on a spine-bendingly slow stroke. I sucked in a pleasured breath.
The flames around us stopped their frantic dancing and hung, hopeful and still over us. The air was scented with our sexual musk. The heat bathing us in the warmed scent.
I love your cock, Dialle. I need your body. But your heart is everything. I need you to come back to me.
He opened his eyes and fixed me with a silver-spun gaze. Gentle blue hovered behind the silver swirls. He promised me nothing with that gaze. It was warmer than before, but still cold in comparison to the heat we were creating with our bodies.
Dialle?
Finish this, Astra. It is all we have right now.
Tears filled my eyes. I closed them to shut out the cold nature of his gaze and sucked Dialle’s hickey into my mouth. His body arched over me, power speared between us, pulling us into the
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