Flame’s finger was still on my lower throat, and I trembled as he viewed me. He was a statue, frozen to the spot. But his eyes were exploring, drinking in my body.
A low groan eventually tore from his lips, and he murmured, “Fuck… Maddie…” then his eyes snapped to mine and he hushed out, “Mine. My Maddie… My beautiful Maddie…”
Feeling tears build in my eyes, Flame’s finger gently moved and drifted down my chest to rest between my breasts. I breathed hard at the unfamiliarity of such a soft touch, then I stilled and released a moan as his finger ran across to my right breast, his fingers skimming the flesh and circling the nipple.
“Flame,” I whispered as his touch ignited sparks between my legs.
“Maddie,” he groaned in response, moving the finger to the other breast, repeating the action. I felt on fire as he explored, and I was lost. Lost in his gentle touch—the most gentle of touches.
Then, as Flame moved closer still, I felt his lips press a kiss to the corner of my mouth as his hand traveled south. Turning my head, I caught his searching mouth with my own, just as his hands fell to my hips, his fingers hooking the side of my undergarments.
I stilled against warm lips, as Flame’s hands pulled my undergarments down my legs. Still connected at the mouth, I looked up to see Flame’s eyes closed and his nostrils wide as he breathed in slowly.
Then as if feeling my stare, those beautiful eyes opened and a redness filled his cheeks. Feeling my undergarments at my feet, I stepped out of the material and shuddered at my reality. I was naked, with a man.
Just as fear began creeping in, to assume its familiar hold, Flame’s hands cupped my cheeks and he pressed his lips so softly against mine. His hips pressed in further, and I could feel the evidence of his excitement pressing against my thigh.
Then murmuring against my mouth, Flame whispered, “I want you, Maddie. I want you so fucking much…”
Spurred on by his confession, and the burning desire building between my thighs, I ran my hands down over his broad chest, over his torso, and down to the waistband of his leather pants.
Flame hissed, but his hands were locked in my hair, his eyes watching me as I slowly released the top button.
His jaw clenched as my trembling hands travelled down to the zipper. Finding the metal tab, I pulled it down, feeling warm hard flesh hit my hand.
This time Flame did move. On a loud groan, Flame’s head snapped back and his teeth gritted together. From this distance, I could clearly read a dark tattoo on his gums, the one that read ‘PAIN’.
Faltering in my touch, I went to withdraw my hands, when Flame’s hands tightened in my hair. “Keep going,” he ordered. “Maddie… keep going…”
Swallowing at the guttural tone of his broken voice, I continued in my task. Hooking my hands into the waistband, I slowly pulled the leather material down, the pants falling to pool at his feet.
We both stilled. We breathed as we both now stood bare, completely bare for one another. Flame’s head fell forward. His lips were trembling under the shadow of his beard, but I could see the desperation in his eyes.
Leaning forward, I whispered nervously, “We can do this.”
Choking on a moan, Flame nodded his head, and stepped out of his leather pants. Fear held me captive, standing flush against Flame. But I forced myself to step back, and when I did, my heart and my hope soared.
Flame stood before me, all thick muscles and tattoos, with his manhood erect and flushed. But what took away my breath was the fact that his looming presence did not fill me with dread and fear. Because this man before me, the one my soul loved, was my safety. The man with whom I could only ever be this free and trusting.
The man who was mending my fractured soul.
Backing away further, my legs hit the soft mattress of the bed. Pressing my hand down onto the cool linen, I climbed on the bed, and lay down. Flame stood in the center of the room, looking as nervous as I felt. I held out my hand, and meeting his eyes, whispered, “Come to me, Flame… please…”
With a tensed body, Flame shuffled forward until he sat on the mattress. We lay down in our usual positions. Only there was nothing 'usual' about this time. About this moment right now.
Laying my head against the pillow, I inched my hand forward, my palm flat to the mattress beside Flame’s head. Flame, watching every move I made with flared eyes, mirrored my movement. A smile pulled on my lips, and crawling my fingers forward, I lay my hand over his and sighed at the connection.
Flame’s eyes closed, and when they opened, he shuffled further forward and slid his calloused hand around my waist, pulling me against his chest. I gasped as my bare breasts met the hard muscles of his wide chest.