A Burning Flame by Daniella Kunz (book recommendations txt) 📕

now filled with suspicion as he watches me. I notice his nostrils flare at my closeness. “Gianna?” He says my name as if issuing a warning. The heat in his gaze along with the thickness in his voice pushes me forward. Reaching down I grasp hold of my shirt pulling it up and over my head dropping it on the floor next to us. I hear him audibly draw in a deep, ragged breath, which causes a grin to form over my lips.

His eyes are drawn to my body as they roam over my flesh, with only my bralette partially covering my breast, it’s a stark contrast to my tanned skin. Reaching back down I grab the tied strings at my waist on my shorts. His eyes drop to the motion as he watches me slowly pulling it from the perfectly tied knot. As it comes apart I go to move my hand to the fabric before he grabs hold of my wrists stopping me.

“Don’t.” His voice comes out strained. His eyes roam my body once more before he speaks again in contradiction to stopping me. “Of all the reasons why this is a horrible idea, I can’t seem to justify a damn one of them right now.” He stops, looking in my eyes. “Gianna, I won’t stop myself this time.” He warns me, his voice rich and low.

“I don’t want you to.” At my words he drops my hands, freeing me from his grasp. Feeling triumphant I move my hands to my waist pushing my shorts down allowing them to fall softly to my feet. Without hesitation he reaches out for me, grasping me by the waist, he pulls me down onto him. Now straddling his wide hips I push into him, feeling the heat of his broad chest against the swell of my breasts.

Drawn together with a magnetic attraction we collide as we fuse our lips together. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me, wanting to draw him closer. I can feel the burn of his rough hands as they roam over my skin exploring my curves, leaving behind a trail of fire in their wake. His lips explore mine as he moves his tongue over them. Parting my lips I am desperate for more, wanting to taste him on my tongue.

Knowing this is my only chance to have him, I want to explore and feel everything to its fullest. I want to be able to hold onto every detail when I am thrust back into my life, forced to marry Enzo. He may take me at that point, but I won’t be with him. Every time, I will be here, reliving this night.

My realization is like fuel to the fire I am thrown into motion, needing more of him. “Touch me, Daveon. I need you to touch me like I imagined you doing every time I did it myself.” I breathe out against his lips. I feel him still against me before he pulls back separating us to look down at me.

“What did you just say?” His eyes darken to a rich amber as he watches me, his breathing quickens.

“I said, I want you to touch me, Daveon.”

“You fantasized about me while you touched yourself?” He all but growls out.

“Yes, and I’m desperately hoping the real thing isn’t a let down compared to what I imagined each time.” I challenge him. “You have a lot to live up to.” I smirk at him, feeling how turned on he is at the knowledge he just gained.

“Fuck, Gianna.” He growls out. I feel him now throbbing below me, teasing me and making my need for him more intense. Lifting me up by my waist he turns us, laying me down on the bed as he looms over me. Leaning down, his lips crash down over mine and I kiss him back with intense eagerness. Fulfilling my request he moves his hand up my thigh till he reaches his mark. He doesn’t dance around teasing me but instead he pushes aside my panties placing his hand over my aching center. I gasp against his lips when his fingers brush against my folds. The feelings that erupt through me as his thumb circles my bundle of nerves is overwhelming. His fingers slide back and forth along my slit as his mouth continues to consume me. His hands are everything I needed, filling in the gaps where my imagination couldn’t. He continues to rub me, circling my clit with his thumb. I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him into me, deepening the kiss as I feel my need rising. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, wrestling with my own as my orgasm crashes into me. I dig my nails into his broad shoulders as I ride out the waves of pleasure, and I feel him groan at the bite of my nails in his flesh.

He pulls away from me and rolls to his side, with a swift movement he pulls down my panties, removing them out of the way. Sliding off the bed he watches me as he grabs hold of the fabric of his boxers before pulling them down, baring his erect cock as they fall to the ground. I can’t keep my eyes away as I take in every inch of him, from his thick arms to his chiseled abs. My eyes drop to the low v-line at his waist, guiding my eyes to his hardened length. My body hums with approval as I watch him; it calls out to him as every inch of it wants to be caressed by him.

An arrogant smirk twists on his lips. “When you're done admiring me we can continue.” I grab a pillow from behind me throwing it at him, wanting to wipe off his cocky expression. He easily dodges the pillow before his eyes narrow playfully as he advances to me. Placing his hands on the bed he crawls across the mattress, slinking towards me