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

is just that. A fragment of my imagination, no longer reality. The other part of me refuses to just accept him with open arms. He doesn't just get to waltz back into my life or barge into it, breaking my damn door in and acting as if he has some claim over me. Like he didn't just drop me off and leave. I don't care if he was watching Enzo.

While I would most definitely prefer him to Enzo, at what price would that be for everyone else to pay? Who has to pay for that selfish choice? I groan falling back into the couch. "Gianna?" Daveons voice reminds me I'm not alone.

"I think you should leave." I simply say. Refusing to open my eyes and look at him.

I hear a low growl. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You shouldn't be here, Daveon."

"Ookkaay, all done. Should be good as new. You both have a good night." The man calls out, interrupting us in his attempt to flee an awkward situation. As soon as he closes the door behind himself Daveon draws his attention right back to me. His burning amber eyes stare at me and like kindle to a flame, my body sparks to life. The desire to throw myself into his arms just to feel his touch draws me closer.

Don't you dare. I scold myself. Drawing in a ragged breath I stand, needing to get away from being so close to him. Irritated at how weak I am at resisting him. I go to the door opening it up wide.

"Please. Just leave. You did it once before, so just go and do it again!" My anger at myself seeps out into my words.

His body tenses as he gets up. He storms to me grabbing hold of the door, slamming it shut. Rolling his shoulders as he takes a moment to gain control. I watch as the muscles coil beneath his skin and my body wants to reach out and touch him again. "For the last time, I am not leaving. So get it out of your fucking stubborn ass head that I am going anywhere because you will be sorely disappointed when I don't. You are mine and I will not be leaving you alone ever again."

My mind and body are still at ends, leaving me confused and frustrated about what I want. I let out a frustrated groan. "Why? Why do you insist on staying? Why the hell do you seem to give a shit now?" I yell out, raising my voice.

He takes a step towards me. "Because I can't keep you out of my fucking head. I can't think about anything when I'm around you and when I'm not, you're all I can think about. You're a pain in my ass but I love every bit of it. You don't back down from a challenge and I admire that. I love your attitude and big mouth that doesn't ever seem to shut the hell up. I want you and damn it, I will have you. So for the last fucking time, you are mine. So you better learn to accept it."

Despite my body's yearning and warming of my heart at his words, I open my mouth to argue, unable to help myself. "No, don't say another fucking word, Gianna. Unless you're finally going to agree and make this easy, then don't." Irritation sweeps over me at his demand. Closing my mouth with a huff, I reopen it a moment later, intending to give him a fucking earful and show him just how stubborn I can be.

"You know what you.-" His eyes harden as he bridges the short distance between us. Reaching out he grasps my jaw in his hand, silencing me as he jerks me to him, crashing his lips down over mine. My body instantly reacts to his touch as I feel an all too familiar ache between my legs. My head starts to cloud and I can’t fully remember why I was resisting him so badly. There had to be a reason. I counter with myself as my mind tries to push the fog back to recall my still simmering anger. I move my hand up to shove against his chest, needing to put distance between us to focus.

He grabs my hand and pushes me back against the counter. Pinning it behind me, he continues to move his lips against mine, thawing my anger with each movement. Clouding my mind once again with the haze as all I can think about is his touch. I feel myself begin to give in, my body melting into him as I crave his closeness and touch. I'm flooded with the desire for him as my body aches for more. Wanting him with a fierce need, wanting to pick up where we left off in New York.

As I lean into him, my lips match his movements, deepening the kiss. Feeling his heat and hard body against me. I push into him, wanting more. The need for him grows, threatening to consume me. "I have thought about my lips on you.” He moves his lips to my jaw. “Tasting your skin.” He continues down, brushing his lips over my skin. Flicking his tongue out to taste me. “Having your body beneath mine has been on my mind every night since the first." He moves kissing down my neck as I lean back giving him better access. "Please say you want this too." His voice sounds pained as if he is begging me to agree.

My body seems to take control of the conversation, responding with a soft moan as his lips graze over my skin. "I do. I want you, Daveon." As soon as the words leave my lips he doesn't waste any time lifting me up and setting me down on the countertop. Sliding my shorts off, he grabs my butt. He pushes me against him as I open my legs, allowing him access to get closer to me. I wrap my legs