the hall. Just thinking about his woman sent little flames licking over his skin and down his spine. Deliberately he slowed his steps so he could savor the way his body responded to the thought of her. It didn’t matter that he’d just been thinking some of the very things Mitya had been saying. He knew Flambé was the right woman for him. He just had to figure out why she wasn’t so certain.
His blood turned into a raging inferno while a fireball rolled and twisted in his gut. He’d needed sex all the time before he found Flambé, but he could force himself to go without. Now, she was his addiction. His obsession. He craved the sight of her. The touch of her skin. Her hair. The scent of her. The taste of her.
He dreamt of her. Woke up in the middle of the night reaching for her. Opened his eyes in the morning, his body hard and painful, erotic images pouring into his mind, all of her. Now, the whips of lightning flashing through his body to strike at his cock and balls aroused him with every step he took.
The room given to Flambé to work in was the last of the offices down the long hallway. He yanked open the door and closed it, locking it as he did so. Sometimes, when he came into the room, all he could think of was eating her alive. He would strip her, plant her on the desk and put his mouth between her legs. Now, his cock was a monster, driving him into a frenzy of urgent, almost desperate hunger.
Flambé stood bent over the desk. The light was on under the drawing she was examining and she had a pencil in her mouth, her teeth biting down on it. Her hair spilled down, unusual for her. As a rule she wore it up, but clearly she’d pulled out the tie keeping it drawn away from her face, so the silky mass cascaded down her back. She half turned to look at him over her shoulder.
He was on her in seconds, his leopard fast, the room so small he covered the distance in a one leap. He put a hand between her shoulder blades to press her down until her breasts lay on the surface of the desk.
“Stay still.” He reached with both hands to open her jeans, yanking them down along with her panties. “Kick off your shoes and step out of your clothes.”
She obeyed him while he pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, ridding her of her bra at the same time. She lifted her body just enough that he could slide the material out from under her before he pressed her down again. He liked her body bare, all that smooth skin for him to see and feel. She didn’t seem to like light touches. She winced when he touched her that way, so he always used a firm, hard grip. Possessive strokes.
“The next time I tie you.” He used the top of his boot to nudge her legs wide. Then wider still. “I’m going to leave rope marks on your skin so I can see them for a day or two.” He opened his jeans and released his burning cock. He bent forward so she could feel the friction of his clothing rubbing along her body just before his teeth nipped her earlobe. His fingers slid into her entrance to find her slick with heat. “I see you like the idea.”
“Yes.” She whispered her response.
He didn’t wait. There was no waiting. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, watching in awe as her body swallowed his cock. She looked so small, stretching to accommodate his size. He felt her sheath, that scorching hot tunnel fighting his invasion, but giving way as he drove through those tight muscles gripping him, the friction unreal. He wanted to roar with ecstasy. She surrounded him like a fiery, silken fist as he surged into her again and again, using his strength, burying himself in that perfect haven he never wanted to leave.
He might want to stay there forever, but he had a job and he needed to ensure he set everything in place for all of his cousins to be safe. He moved faster and deeper in her, watching her body slide into her desk, each jolt causing her breasts to skid and bounce over the glass overlay, adding to the visual appeal as he fucked her