Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 114247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Do it, Flame. I want to feel you inside of me again. I need to feel you inside.”
Flame’s face flashed with apprehension. “Just focus on me, Flame. No pain is needed. No fear. Just us, remember?”
Flame groaned and then shifted, one hand holding my waist. When I felt him at my entrance, he stilled, muscles tensed. I watched as his eyes squeezed shut, reliving whatever picture was holding him back. But I lowered down. Flame’s eyes snapped open as he filled me so impossibly full.
“Maddie,” he groaned as he filled me to the hilt. I sat above him, my hands holding his face, and his arms holding my waist.
We both breathed.
Then I felt it. The peace and love that Lilah told me she had experienced with Ky. And I knew nothing this precious could be wrong. I knew that nobody as caring and as loving as Flame could be a sinner. No flames ran in his blood. Just love for me, and that was enough, always enough.
Lifting my hips, I began to move. The beautiful sensation of him inside me ignited my soul. Flame began to meet my movements with his own, the pained-with-pleasure expression on his face making me burn for his touch more.
Moving my lips to his, I melded our mouths; Flame’s warm tongue immediately pushed inside. And it went on from there. Our bodies moving in perfect unison, Flame’s mouth owning me.
And before too long, tension built at the base of my spine. Flame’s mouth ripped from mine. He expelled a long moan, his warm seed heating me inside as a blinding light splintered me apart. I held onto his neck, worried I would float away if I lost his hold.
Fluttering my eyes open, I fell to his chest and breathed in the fresh scent of his skin. Flame’s hand immediately came around me, pulling me close. I felt him relax as he whispered, “I love you.”
Smiling into his chest, I replied, “And I you, Flame.”
Flame sighed and murmured, “Mine.”
And I smiled even more.
Minutes passed as we lay in the aftermath. Then something I had been thinking of came to mind. My finger traced the tattoo on Flame’s chest, when I asked, “Flame?”
“Mmm?” he replied as his hands lazily combed through my hair.
“What happened next?”
Flame stilled and I knew his silence meant he did not understand my question. Tilting my head up to look up to his face, I asked, “After your father left you, and… and your brother died… what happened next?”
Flame’s eyes narrowed. I knew he was trying to remember. “It’s not real clear, but someone came and found us. I think we’d been in that dirt hole a while. And I remember it was someone we knew, but I’m not sure who, my mind is real foggy about that day. They took my brother out of my arms. I remember trying to keep hold of him, because I didn’t want to lose him, but I had no strength to fight. Then they put me in a car. We drove for a long time, but I was too tired and hungry to remember much of the journey.”
My eyes closed imagining him holding onto his brother’s corpse, refusing to let go. And Lord only knows the state they were in. What state his little brother would have been in, held in Flame’s thin weak arms.
Flame’s hand began stroking my hair faster. Instantly, I knew something was hurting him. I knew he stroked my hair when he needed strength.
“They took me to a big building. It was dark and they left me at the door. I think I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up I was in a bed I didn’t recognize. A man came in and tried to talk to me. But he laid his hand on my arm and I screamed. I pushed him off and told him about the flames. I told him about the evil in my blood and scratched my wrist to show him I was trying to get them out.” Flame’s eyes had lost focus, completely immersed in his memory. “But he didn’t understand me. I couldn’t make him understand what was wrong. Just like with everybody else, I always said something wrong. Something that made them scared or upset or angry.”
“Flame,” I whispered, but he was still there, inside his head. “They took me somewhere new. A hospital, I think? But I didn’t like it there. They injected me with drugs that made me numb, because I would try to get to the flames. Then I couldn’t feel the flames, but I knew they were there. They tied me down so I couldn’t release the flames. I spent all day, every day, for years and years, burning from inside. I hate fucking being tied down.”
Flame’s gaze moved to meet mine and he explained, “The flames hurt all of the time. They wouldn’t let me release them. They left me alone in a room, tied to a bed, letting the flames burn me alive.”
“Then how did you get free?” I asked. In my mind's eye I pictured Flame, in the bed weeks ago, seeing him thrashing around trying to get free. And then the look on his face when I sliced him with his blade. Because he had been laying, feeling the flames burn him alive.
“They moved somebody in my room with me. People would come and visit him. And there was this one guy that always came over to me. The doctors had injected me with the numbing drugs, but I always remembered his face. He had dark hair and always wore leather. I could always smell the leather.” Flame took in a deep breath, and I could hear his heart racing in his chest. “Then one night, the guy in leather broke in and freed the other man sharing the room with me. I heard him opening the window in our room and I heard them leave. But then I felt someone untying me and, when I managed to look down, I’d been freed from the bed. And the window was still open.”