The Glorious Flame (#2)

Chapter 41

     He had almost thought she had fallen asleep until, "Rouhem?"

    Rouhem opened his eyes which were slowly closing. "Yes?"

    He could hear as her weak heartbeat began to pick up. Her blood was also picking up its pace. She was up to something. "Are you still seducing me?"

    It didn't take long for his own body to recognize where this topic of conversation was heading. "Since the beginning."

     Again, silence. His hope began to fade. Maybe he wasn't so great at receiving signals?

    "Rouhem?" His chest experienced a spike of anticipation. He looked down at her and knew there was no mistaking what was there: desire.

     "Yes?"

    "I know what I said earlier, but I've just decided something..." she bit her lip and all he wanted to do was do it for her. Actually, he wanted to much more than nibble on her lip. No, that was only one part of her body, and all of it deserved to be worshipped. It all deserved to be adored and tasted in a way that made her screams reach mountaintops.

    "What's that?" He didn't mean to sound breathless but he did.

     "I don't want to die knowing that you are a virgin, and... I don't want to die without having consensual sex at least once."

     Rouhem saw her fear in her eyes, but it wasn't because of what she was asking. She was scared of rejection. She was scared of being abandoned, a pain she wanted to spare him from, even if it meant she had to suffer dying alone. His respect for her was boundless at this point.

     His heart was beating with complete excitement and anticipation.

     He rolled them over so that she was straddling him. Her eyes widened, and for the first time since he had met her, she looked like a deer stuck in headlights.

     Rouhem sat up and continued to gently rub her back. "You want to take my virginity, huh?"

     She braced her hands on his biceps. He was addicted to the way she was looking at him in that moment. He was so used to annoyance and frustration, but these days he was beginning to believe that she genuinely enjoyed his company. Inferno licked her lips, unconsciously snatching his attention to them. "Yes."

     His penis was straining in between them. As she responded, she settled her weight on top of him, a place she had been avoiding like her life had depended on it. He hissed out a breath. "Be gentle with me, now." The feel of her heat against him, liking a pulsing source of sexual energy, threatened to make him burst right then and there.

     She got a wicked look in her eyes only for them to soften once more. "I was going to say the same thing."

     He lay one hand on her cheek and laid his forehead against hers. "Always," he whispered. Inferno closed her eyes and connected their lips.

     They didn't clash like he thought they would. There would always be time for that. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible. He lingered as each second passed, relishing in her taste and feel. Rouhem kissed Inferno like it was the first and last time.

     He held onto her and basked in her. She responded with the same attitude. She opened her mouth, inviting him in. Her hips began to sway forward and backward, creating a torturous friction between them.

     Inferno moaned into his mouth. This drove him crazy. The only thing that kept them apart were thin layers of underwear.

     They may have been in the middle of snow, but he was on fire, and her name was Inferno.