BURNING HOT

CHAPTER 7

SAM woke up with a need coursing through his body. Ila was literally on top of him, her body tangled with his, her silky hair was everywhere. Her hand dangerously close to his groin, while her other hand was in his hair, making a soothing pattern even though he knew she was still very much asleep.

Well, not for long, the need flowing through his veins wouldn't let him go back to sleep. He carefully untangled their bodies and laid her on her back, taking a deep breath at her gorgeous form. She had a powerful body; since the accident, she had worked to build it. She had tight muscles in perfect places, her body toned and couldn't be called slim.

Her body was built to entice a man; he needed to have her. He framed her face between his palms and took her mouth; he loved that mouth of hers. She was so receptive even in her sleep.

As she opened up to him, her tongue made its own demands, her body responding more as she woke up, her hands going to his hair, tugging, pulling, her hands stroking long caresses down his back. Several times he felt the bite of her nails as she dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on just from their intense kisses spiraling out of control.

His teeth gently locked onto her lower lip; he bit down and drew her lip towards him, his eyes locking onto her now open and smoldering eyes. Those deep amber eyes of hers glowed without needing light; they were very dominating, and you could feel uncomfortable staring into them, but not with him. He had noticed how much she obsessed over eye contact.

Her eyes swirled with more heat, growing even darker with lust and passion. His heart reacted, pounding right through his arousal. He let go of her lip and then licked at the mark he'd made.

"I used to watch you during your meetings from where I stood in the dark, watching you and that brilliant mind of yours working. But all I could think about was your mouth and this lower lip. Just kissing you like this. Biting your lip. Walking right up to you and flinging you over my shoulder, taking you to your office, having you naked and on your knees in front of that big desk of yours. Loosening all that dark silk from the bands or pins you normally put them in so I can run my hands through them, and demanding you do something to relieve the ache you put in my c**k. Sometimes I was so hard I wasn't sure I could walk straight." All this while he had tortured himself.

Her tongue touched her bottom lip right over his mark. "Why didn't you just do exactly that? I would have loved it. You think I give two shits about anything else other than having you."

How could he have known she didn't mind? He was very protective and demanding, and that was the main reason why he had always kept that barrier between them. He kissed his way down to her neck. "I'm not a gentleman, Ila. I'm much more demanding. I'll want to have you whenever I want. Do you really think you can handle me picking you up between meetings? There would be no way of hiding what I'll do to you when you get back." Her eyes went wide, and her lips parted, but no sound came out.

His teeth nipped and kissed, finding her pulse there and lingering for a few more heartbeats. "Your skin is amazing, Ila." It was soft and at the same time thick; she ate the right things, used the best skin products, and kept fit.

His arousal stayed nestled in the cradle of her hips, feeling like he'd found a home there. His body wanted to stay stretched over hers. He kissed his way over her pounding pulse, feeling the answer in his heart, rushing through his veins, through his blood, pooling in his arousal.

"Love this feeling, mi ledi." He murmured it against the top curve of her left breast; his marks from yesterday looked beautiful on her skin. The deeper ones were not alarming either. They just sat prettily around her skin, that lovely curve. He kissed his way over it and then the right one.

"What feeling?" she whispered. Her arms slid around him, holding him to her like she never wanted to let go, her nails biting into his skin.

"That you belong to me. That you've given yourself to me from the very beginning. I had wanted you to belong to me from the moment I saw you, Ila. I want us to have a future together, with Sky, and we could have more babies," he whispered along her skin as he kissed her right n****e and then her left, his tongue curling around the hard pebble.

He knew there was something she was hiding. It wasn't just his own guilt that kept them apart. No, it was something else, someone else – the guy who had been her first when it should have been him.

He had rejected her, and she had run into someone else, and she still couldn't forget about him. He wouldn't think about that now.

He took her n****e in his mouth, sucked, then bit down gently, pulled, and tugged, then sucked her breast into the heat of his mouth while he kneaded the other breast.

"You know how much I like to play, baby. And you have the perfect body. Very responsive. You crave for me to claim your body, to mark you so you can show it off shamelessly." Her breath was trying to stay in rhythm, but he knew how much she liked him talking. It was something only she had.

He tugged and rolled her n*****s, pinching, and then using his tongue to soothe her. Ila gasped and arched her back, thrusting upward, pressing herself into him with a little startled cry. Pleasure burst through her eyes; her eyes were like a mirror of her raw emotions. She was so turned on right now.

"My marks looks so sexy on you, mi ledi" He kissed his way around her breast and then under it, down her belly to her ribs, his hands on either side of her waist. Even if she wasn't considered a small woman because of her height and curves, she was still damn small compared to him.

His fingers, spread wide, could just about cover over half of her entire belly.

He nipped the skin just below her belly button and then swirled his tongue over the sting. Lifting his head, he waited until her burning eyes met his. She looked like a goddess. A goddess of burning passion.

He pressed a kiss into her belly button, still holding her gaze.

"I'm not the boy you once knew, Ila. Well, I'm not the nicest man. Only you and our family would be privy to see the nice side, my love. I would have hunted down your ex and tortured him so much before I finally killed him. The things he's done would make you rethink all this in a minute. But I don't think I'm strong enough to let you go again."

He kissed her stomach; those very firm muscles already moving under his touch in eagerness, as he made his way very slowly, so she would feel the anticipation. He slid his hands over her hips, shaping that curve, the hollows, the sweet beauty of her feminine form. He needed to take his time with her; they were finally back here.

He needed to worship her body.

Paying attention to every little hitch of her breath, watching as need and lust consumed her. Her hips bucked, her back arched, her breasts swayed and jolted as she squirmed and moaned.

"Sam, please, let's play after. I need you so badly." She gasped out, slowly spreading her legs wide apart for him. Her ragged breathing turned up another notch as she watched his reaction, exposing her beautiful pink p***y to him. f**k. She looked like a little flower, glistening with dew, just waiting for his attention.

"I'm going to take my time eating you up. You're going to beg me over and over for me to take you. Raise your legs over my shoulders, baby." The minute her legs were around him, her scent washed over him.

Sam rubbed his palms over her hips and then dipped his head to kiss his way up the inside of her left thigh from her knee to that sweet slick entrance just waiting for him.

He desperately wanted to taste her. Her taste was addicting, he could never get enough of her.

He remembered how long he had spent between her legs in the past. Those few days she had spent hiding in his cabin on her father's property. He liked to prolong and build anticipation. He loved seeing her mindless with need.

She remembered how much Sam had made her feel different from Allen. Sam was obsessed with obedience. She had learned he needed it, total control over her. That had been scary, but she would do anything for this man. Because she trusted him with her life and more.

Inhaling her fragrance, kissing his way up the inside of her satin thigh, running his tongue along her damp, swollen lip to collect the droplets of honey, he could barely maintain his own control.

He desperately wanted to be inside her, to finally feel her stretch around his c**k, to move inside her and lose himself inside her.

His tongue swiped between her swollen lips, stabbed deep, and she jerked so hard he pressed his hand on her belly, to pin her in place.

Watching her face, he licked at her c**t and then flicked the inflamed nub with his finger and thumb. She gasped and shuddered, her hips bucking. "Say you belong to me." The command was issued in his soft voice; he knew how much she hated commands, but she knew better in this state.

"Sam, please," she pleaded. Of course, she was his; she had always been his. "I've always been yours, Sam, always. Please, Sam, I need you."

That answer was good enough. He went back to devouring her, using his tongue to draw out as much of the honey she released as he could possibly take over and over. He was so damn greedy, driving her up, holding her on the edge, fluttering his tongue, stabbing wickedly, using the edge of his teeth and then pulling back.

"Sam," his name came out ragged. She caught his hair in two tight fists, trying to drag his head back between her legs.

"What is it you want, miledi? If you want it, you have to tell me." he smirked and blew a warm breeze over her slit.

"I'm so close, Sam. Please stop teasing. You need to finish this, your mouth. Your c**k. I need you."

He licked at the drops of sweetness, savoring them. So good. "I need you to be more specific. My mouth? Is that what you want? Or my c**k? I'm fairly large. I'm going to stretch this little p***y of yours. It might hurt if you're not ready for me." He knew it had been a while since she'd been with a man.

He used his fingers, pushing into her, scissoring, deliberately finding her G-spot and stroking until her hips bucked and she cried out his name. He stroked her swollen lips and then between her cheeks, spreading her sweet-smelling honey all over her and then licking it off.

"I want your c**k, Sam. I want you inside of me. It's been so long."

He needed her bad too. He gently slid her legs down, coming up to his knees between her legs, keeping her spread wide for him. Damn, she was beautiful.

The more he looked at her, the more he thought he'd never seen a woman so absolutely beautiful.

He circled the thick girth of his c**k with his hand, his heart pounding right through the thick vein, thundering through the blood filling that steel spike until he thought he might explode. He had to control his body back to calm.

Her eyes clung to his before they dropped to his c**k. She licked her lips; her eyes felt like a brand on his skin, a groan escaped him.

"Wrap your legs around my hips, baby."

She did so immediately, her eyes remaining on his c**k. He pumped his tight fist up and down, and then he lodged the broad head into the slick heat of her entrance. His breath hissed out of his lungs.

"That's good, baby. Now put your arms up over your head."

She licked her lips and did what he told her. Blood pounded through his veins and hammered through his c**k. She was so perfect.

The action took those perfect breasts and jutted them straight up, so her n*****s rose up and let him see how excited she was. He could see the flush over her entire body; her responses were automatic to his commands. The trust she had that he would take care of her only made his c**k impossibly harder.

He pushed steadily, watching her face. She was so f*****g tight.

She was scorching hot. They both watched as the flesh parted as he pressed into her slowly, letting the burn consume them both.

She started to buck her hips, to press herself onto him, but he stopped her. He wanted a slow invasion, inch by inch. Taking her over. Letting her feel him coming into her. Letting her know who he was.

"Don't move, baby." He reached down and caught her right leg, wrapping his hand around her thigh and rubbing soothingly.

"I want you to feel me inside of you. Sharing your body. Your skin. Tell me how it feels for me to be inside you, Ila."

Her breathing was so ragged at first, he didn't think she would be able to talk to him, but her gaze moved to his, holding him captive. "It burns. So hot. You're so big. I need you to move now, Sam."

She was so tight, and even though she was wet and ready for him, he needed to go slowly.

He worked his c**k slowly into her, withdrawing and then pushing deeper, until he was there. He angled his body again so she had to take more of him. Heard her gasp.

Ila didn't think she could take more; Sam filled her up. He adjusted her again, and then he was balls deep, his abs right against that wall of slick hot heat and snug in her tunnel of scorching silk. He could feel her heart pounding through his c**k. He waited, giving her body a moment to adjust.

He withdrew his c**k to the very opening of her slit, feeling the cool air on his shaft, and then he slammed home, the tight grasp of her body making his blood hot. He set a brutal rhythm. Fast. Hard. Deep. Every surge and thrust as he pounded into her set her breasts rocking hard.

"Pinch your n*****s for me, baby. I'm going to have clamps on them next. Do you remember how they feel? Pinch them hard as if you were wearing them."

Her hands immediately were on her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Her fingers went to her n*****s; his c**k swelled impossibly at the erotic sight, and he pounded into her even harder, finding himself nearly out of control.

Her breathing changed. Her body coiled tighter and tighter. He knew if she went over, she would take him with her, but he couldn't stop himself, and he didn't want to stop, but he had to pull out, and God knew how hard that was going to be.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes widened, her eyes blazing. He felt her body clamp down viciously.

A vise of pure ecstasy that felt like fire racing across his shaft, like a thousand rasping tongues dragging over him and a thousand milking fingers grasping and pulling until his seed spilled out. He immediately pulled out, coating her belly with his seed.

The way she looked covered in his mark made up for not filling her up with his seed.

He simply collapsed beside her and pulled her to him, burying his face in her shoulder.

He turned his head into her neck and nuzzled, then bit gently, suckled, deliberately leaving a light mark behind.

He reluctantly left her side and went to the bathroom to quickly clean up. Taking a heated towel, he went back to the room.

"Open up, baby." She looked like she was going back to sleep, but did as she was told. He cleaned between her legs and then her belly before discarding the towel on the floor and wrapping her in his arms.

"We'll need to go downstairs in a bit. You did promise Matt breakfast," he whispered against her earlobe.

"Well, if you don't stop that, we won't be making it for breakfast, Sam," she mumbled, her ass pushing against his d**k.

"You horny b***h," he laughed as he grabbed her ass, massaging the globes. If they didn't get out of bed, this could soon turn into another long episode.

As if something in the universe was against that, his phone started ringing by the stand.

"Who could be calling this early?" He immediately checked and saw it was Dylan.

"What's up, D?"

"Uninvited guest, seems to be a relative of Matt." That was all he needed.

"We'll be there shortly," he ended the call.

"What now?"

"You have a visitor, someone for Matt already."

"Damn, that was fast," she remarked. With that, she was up as well, moving to where Sam had left her robe the night before. Their intense encounter would have to wait, as a new twist in their day was about to unfold.