The Fierce Flame

54||Richy Reyansh

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The cold, silencing chill engulfed the room. The naked forms wrapped around each other, smelling the scent of intimacy. Bodies weary and skins glistening from the aftermath, hairs tousled as if a wild wind has swept past them delicately. Lips pinched into the hue of swollen red. Her core throbbing and aching, pulsating with desire, his thick, calloused fingers tracing every inch of her smooth skin. From the curve of her thighs, trailing at the pace of a snail, leaving behind creeping heat. Shivers like electricity traveling straight through her hungry cunt.

Like his greedy cock, which with every stroke of sinful attention to her cold skin turns into a mess of heat, stood at attention. Hearts connected by the strings of love, and skins with the pattern of lust.

She guides his palm to the needy heat of her cunt. Legs tangled, with her seated between his legs, his thick thighs trapping her slender one in between. The semi-hard cock pressed against her lower back, just inches away from the crack of her hip. With her head nestled against his perfectly sculpted chest, feeling the rhythmic heaves of his breath. The warmth radiated through his firm, muscular torso, wrapping her in a cocoon of tenderness.

His other hand combs through the tangled strands of red. The other one busy massaging her swollen lips, thumb rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Kiraz pushes herself from his chest a little, his fingers lingering over her cunt. Her breath catches in her throat, waiting for the fill of his fingers in her hole, to feel his fingers against her walls. However, none come, his palm moving to massage her inner thigh. Stopping herself from letting out a thwarted sigh, her lips assaulted by her teeth, she asks him, "You don't reply to me?"

"Is it necessary?" he questions back, breath difficult.

"Of course," she eyes him. "You can't step back from your words. So, tell me, did you manipulate me to come to the gala, right?"

"It's difficult," he scratched his brow.

"I knew it," she breathed out, attempting to stand up from their tangled mess of bodies.

However, he halted her escape, planting his palm on her hips to stop her moving assault, the effect felt by his cock.

"Do you trust me?" His sudden abrupt question made her twist her neck. Her impatient eyes, the hue of brown turning dark when they clashed with the smoldering coal which left a print in his orbs, gazed down at each other.

Her fingers traced his cheek, gliding from his temple, settling on his lips, caressing them softly. "Ask me, do I love you?"

How he was even able to breathe became a mystery to him. The way his heartbeat ran on an unknown path, its beginning unknown to him and its end seeming just an illusion. "Why the twist of a question?"

His hot breath fanned over her face. "It will prevent disappointment." The paused fingers continued their trails, dragging sharp nails on his throat, which gulped a lump. She placed her warm palm on his neck, feeling the throbbing veins.

"What if I say the question itself brings disappointment for me?" he tucked her escaped hairs behind her ear, lowering his face to hide himself in the warmth of hers. He nuzzled his face into the crevice of her neck, smelling the sweet fading imprints of her body smell. Her skin was taking over his smell, inches of her were smelling the scent of attar.

"You don't want me to love you?" she whispered.

"Love hurts, Kiraz."

"Trusting you and then getting it broken hurts more than the love of mine for you can offer me the hurt."

"I just wanted to protect you from the shadows of my world-"

"Protecting doesn't mean hiding a part of yourself from me," her eyes blinked with tears, threatening to spill and bare her more before him. "The day I saw you killing that man so cruelly, I can't even say how much it hurt me. How broken I was to know, the man I was opening to, leaning on, whose smile brightened my day, suddenly he was not the one I was unknowingly falling for." She choked on her sobs. The cries of her affected him straight to his heart, as though someone was tightening thick shackles of metal against his lungs, squeezing his oxygen out. Daringly, he removed himself from the warmth of her neck, locking his dry eyes now moistened with heavy emotion with her glistening eyes.