intimate Flames

chapter 17: The hunger between us

The door shut behind us.

And just like that, the rest of the world ceased to exist.

Timini pressed me against the nearest wall—a blur of heat, strength, and raw, unfiltered need. His lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding, taking without hesitation.

I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. His hands roamed, greedy and rough, sliding beneath my dress, gripping my hips, pressing me flush against the heat of him.

A sharp gasp escaped me as he tugged the straps of my jumpsuit down, the cool air kissing my bare skin before his mouth followed. His tongue flicked over my collarbone, trailing lower, teasing the swell of my breasts.

"Timini," I breathed, shuddering as he cupped my breasts, thumbs rolling over my n*****s through the thin lace of my bra. A slow, aching torture.

Unraveling, One Touch at a Time

His fingers found the zipper at my back, slow, deliberate.

A quiet hum of anticipation coiled in my stomach as he dragged it down, the jumpsuit loosening, slipping off my shoulders, baring inch after inch of heated skin.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t tear.

Just a slow, torturous unveiling.

The fabric pooled at my waist, then slid further, a whisper of silk against my thighs before finally hitting the floor.

I stood before him, barely covered, my breath uneven.

His gaze drank me in—dark, consuming. Like he was memorizing every curve, every inch he was about to claim.

His hands followed, skimming over my ribs, teasing the sensitive dip of my waist before gliding lower.

He pressed in.

Possessive. Unyielding.

And then—

He pulled the lace aside.

And his mouth found me.

"Shuga," he rasped, voice raw, "you’re f*****g perfect."

Heat coiled in my belly, spreading like wildfire as his lips trailed down, tasting, exploring. His tongue flicked against my skin, igniting sparks, while his hands worked with skilled impatience—undoing me piece by piece.

I arched against him as his tongue flicked, lips closing around my n****e, sucking just hard enough to make my breath hitch. One hand kneaded the other, his fingers pinching, teasing, playing until I was trembling, a whimpering mess beneath him.

"You like that, Shuga?" His voice was thick, teasing.

"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

He hummed against my skin, sending vibrations straight to my core.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I’m just getting started."

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A Symphony of Pleasure

His lips found the curve of my neck, brushing, teasing, before his teeth grazed just enough to make me gasp.

"I’ve been waiting all night for this," he murmured, voice thick with hunger.

I barely had time to respond before his fingers slipped under the lace of my panties, dragging them down my thighs, slow, deliberate.

Pleasure hit me like a wave, my body shuddering, the only sound my ragged breath and his low mutterings as his thumb circled my c**t.

"Come for me," he whispered, voice dark, coaxing.

"Right here."

CHAPTER 18

The Art of Tension

His fingers teased the waistband of my panties, slipping beneath the lace but never quite giving me what I needed. A whisper of touch—just enough to drive me insane. I arched into him, a breathless plea slipping from my lips, but he only chuckled, low and wicked.

"Patience," he smirked against my skin, his voice nothing but sin.

I wanted to beg.

But he had no intention of making this easy.

His mouth followed the path of his hands—slow, torturous, leaving a trail of fire along my bare skin. Lips brushing, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, teasing. He kissed down my stomach, lower, lower—then stopped.

My body tightened, anticipation winding through me like a wire pulled too tight.

"Timini—please."

His fingers flexed against my thighs, a silent command to keep still.

"Let me take my time, Shuga." His breath fanned over my skin, heat pooling between my legs. "I want to feel you break."

The Sweetest Ruin

His control snapped.

One second he was teasing me—the next, he was taking.

His fingers slipped beneath, parting me, finding me soaked and ready. A curse rumbled from his chest, rough and needy, vibrating against my skin.

"You’re so f*****g wet for me," he muttered, his thumb dragging slow, teasing circles against my most sensitive spot. A slow, devastating rhythm.

Electricity crackled through me, hot, sharp, unbearable.

*"Timini—" My voice broke, a desperate whisper, but he only groaned, drinking in every sound I made like it was his favorite sin.

"I got you, Shuga."

His lips traced my jaw, down to my throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses that set fire to my skin. His free hand gripped my waist, fingers digging in, holding me still as he worked me open.

A single finger slipped inside me.

Slow. Deep.

Curling just right—finding every weakness, every nerve that made me tremble.

"That’s it," he murmured against my collarbone. "Let me feel you."

His fingers stroked me—relentless, hypnotic, devastating. Each movement made my body tighten, pushing me higher, higher—until I was trembling, gasping, my nails sinking into his shoulders.

Then he added another finger.

More. Deeper.

His thumb circled in rhythm, sending pleasure crashing through me in waves. My body clenched around him, a sharp, helpless moan escaping before I could hold it back.

"Timini—" My breath hitched. "I can’t—"

"Yes, you can."

His voice was dark, coaxing, a command wrapped in silk. And then he sealed his mouth around my n****e.

Heat. Wetness. Tongue flicking, lips sucking.

And I shattered.

Pleasure ripped through me, sharp, blinding. My back arched, a cry spilling from my lips as my body convulsed, pulsing around his fingers. I came so hard I couldn’t breathe.

Timini groaned against my skin, dragging it out, refusing to let me come down easy.

"That’s my good girl," he whispered, kissing me through it, soothing and devouring at the same time.

I collapsed against him, breathless, dazed, completely undone.

But the night was far from over.

And I wasn’t nearly finished with him.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The Worship of Skin

Timini’s hands roamed with purpose, fingers tracing the curve of my waist before traveling upward, his palms molding to the fullness of my breasts. He groaned, low and reverent, as if he’d been starving for this moment.

"Perfect," he murmured, his thumbs circling my hardened n*****s, teasing, sending a slow ache spiraling through me. My breath hitched, my body arching toward him, craving more.

He didn’t make me wait.

His mouth replaced his hands, lips hot and demanding, wrapping around one sensitive peak. The first pull sent a shockwave through me, a sharp gasp breaking free as his tongue flicked, teasing, tasting—before sucking deeper. A slow, torturous rhythm that had my fingers tangling in his hair, gripping, pulling.

"Timini..." My voice was breathless, desperate.

He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending a shudder through me. His teeth scraped lightly, followed by a soothing flick of his tongue. His hand kneaded my other breast, fingers rolling and pinching, igniting every nerve, every sensation.

"So f*****g sweet," he muttered, switching sides, lavishing the same worship on my neglected n****e, his mouth hot, wet, and relentless.

My body clenched, heat pooling between my thighs, the friction of his tongue driving me closer to the edge of sanity.

His hands roamed lower, skimming over my ribs, down to the dip of my waist, then lower, pressing, claiming. His fingers traced the band of my lace underwear, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath, drawing out a desperate whimper from my lips.

"Tell me what you want, shuga," he murmured against my skin, lips trailing lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my stomach.

I could barely breathe, let alone form words. My body answered for me, hips arching, seeking, begging.

Timini chuckled, dark and satisfied, before his fingers dipped beneath the lace—slow, torturous, exploring.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips as his fingers found my core, teasing, circling, slipping inside with devastating precision. My back arched off the bed, a cry escaping as he stroked, curling his fingers just right, dragging me higher, faster.

"That's it," he murmured, lips brushing against my hip as he watched me come undone beneath him. "Let me hear you."

I shattered, trembling around his fingers, pleasure crashing through me like a violent storm. But he didn’t stop.

Before I could recover, his mouth replaced his fingers, tongue flicking, licking, tasting every shuddering aftershock. My thighs quivered as he pinned me down, his grip firm, unrelenting, dragging me right back to the edge.

"Timini—" My voice was a broken plea, my body already spiraling again, sensitive, overwhelmed.

He didn’t let up. He devoured me, slow and deep, drawing another orgasm from me with wicked, expert precision. My hands clawed at the sheets, at his shoulders, at anything I could reach as the pleasure wrung me out completely.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, his gaze dark and possessive.

"Two," he murmured, smirking as he licked his lips. "Think you can give me another?"

He leaned in, voice low, dripping with sinful promise.

"Now—let’s see how many times I can make you fall apart tonight."