Touch of Flame

Ravina undid his belt with one hand while still keeping pinning him down with the other. She was so smooth with it, he would almost think she had done it before but he could hear her rapidly beating heart.

His heart felt like it was going to burst as well. He had never been affected like this before. She didn't even begin with her torture. She unwrapped his garment swiftly, sliding her hand in.

Malachi sucked in a sharp breath when she finally touched his shaft. She was hesitant in her touch, only feeling it with her fingertips. Malachi shut his eyes, equally relieved and frustrated that she finally touched him. He could tell it was new to her from the way she touched him, careful yet curious. He wanted to let her explore and not rush it even when every nerve in his body wanted to throw her over and plunge into her warmth.

Ravina still only touched him with her fingers, feeling the size, brushing along his length and coaxing a groan of frustration from his lips. Then she wrapped her slender fingers around him, giving him a light stroke.

"Yes, Ravina." he didn't even recognize his voice anymore.

Ravina was caught between the pleasure she was giving him and the thoughts running through her mind. He was big in her hand. Hot, hard and throbbing. She could feel the veins as she stroked him, feeling him grow thicker and harder.

Ignoring the fear that bubbled in her stomach, she looked at him again. His eyes were shut tight and his face was strained. She could feel his chest rising and falling under her palm. His body was marvelous and his skin glowed a beautiful bronze against her pink sheets. Appetizing just like she had imagined him.

When her fingers reached the top, she was curious about the shape and brushed her thumb over the tip. A raw sound came from his lips, making his chest vibrate under her palm. She shivered, her body reacting with a strange tingle to the sound.



Malachi opened his eyes, staring right into hers. "Do that again." He said, his voice still hoarse. His eyes had become a molten brown.

Ravina's throat became dry from her own excessive breathing. She forgot about everything else except for the man underneath her, reacting to the slightest touch of her fingers. She did the same again, except this time slower.

He hissed. "You are going to kill me."
She wasn't sure why but that made her smile a little. She hadn't even tried the second method yet and thinking of it alone made her own body throb in rhythm with his.

Malachi allowed her to take control of him, starting with light strokes that got firmer, making him feel like he was going to burst soon but then she stopped. She shifted on top of him and for a moment he thought she was leaving before her hand was replaced by the velvety heat between her legs.

Surprised, his hands flew to grab her hips and he locked eyes with her. Her cheeks flushed and she seemed surprised as well as both of her hands came to rest on his chest.

She brushed her most intimate parts against his and they both let out a gasp of breath. His fingers dug deeper into her hips and he urged her on, wanting more of her, pained to already be inside of her.

Ravina already knew what she wanted to do and ground her hips against his throbbing length, rubbing him with wet, silky heat. A guttural sound of approval came from his lips.

Ravina pushed away from him and let her head fall back, unable to think from what she was doing to him and to herself. The way he gripped her and responded to her only added to the pulsating beat between her leg and she increased the rhythm, seeking more of that feeling that grew inside of her.

She recognized it now that it had already happened to her once and she became greedy for more but she couldn't lose control of her body now. She was supposed to take control.

Her focus returned to him, but the look on his face didn't make it easier for her. The way he looked at her alone made her insides clench. A feeling of emptiness grew in her and she imagined him filling that void.

Her hips moved faster in response to the fantasy in her mind, riding to the edge she wanted to fall from. Her hands looked for support and found his in the haze of desire. Their fingers intertwined and she held onto him as she took them both on a wild ride over the edge.

With what was left of her breath, she fell on top of him and took her in with his arms. She rested her cheek on his rapidly rising and falling chest. She wasn't sure if it was his skin or her own burning. Maybe both, but the room was filled with nothing but the sound of his heart against her ear and their harsh breathing.

None of them said anything for a good while, allowing their breathing to stabilize under the comfortable silence. Then he shifted them so they lay side by side, facing each other. He removed the hair that fell over her face and she tried hard not to blush.

He smiled at her reaction while tracing the side of her face with his fingertips.

"Are you... still in pain now?" She asked when remained silent.

"No," he said softly. "You made me feel good."

As if her face wasn't already burning but she felt good hearing it. His fingers traced her shoulder. "You surprise me every time."

"Is it good or bad?" She asked.

He chuckled. "It is good."

She shivered as his fingers glided down her arm. "So... since when did you imagine me in your pink sheets?"

Oh God!

"Uh... since today..." she lied blatantly, while her face flushed.

He smiled. "You really don't play fair."

"Only when I am at a disadvantage. I hate to lose." She smiled back.

His finger came to touch her lips. "You are my weakness, Ravina. Do you know that?" He asked. "I would do anything for you."

Ravina swallowed the lump burning in her throat. She knew. She often avoided those thoughts because they scared her. They reminded her of how she almost lost him while he tried to save her.

"I just want you to stay with me," she said.

He drew her into his arms and held her close. "I won't leave you."

She buried her face in his shoulder, feeling the warm scent of morning. Now, she didn't want to leave his arms.