Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel) (22 page)

His voice became all raspy and hot. His smoky,
dangerous gaze traveled though me.

He pushed a finger inside me.

I groaned; deliciously surprised.

“Still so fucking wet. You’re so ready for
me.”

Landon brought his finger to his mouth and
sucked it. A look of pure pleasure drew on his beautiful face.

I flushed.

He positioned himself at my entrance. I
practically convulsed with anticipation.

He paused; his eyes searching for mine.

What I’d seen at that precise moment, was
something I could never understand. Everything about Landon Davis screamed control,
domination, and power. I thought him extremely arrogant and cocky; and he was.
But in that moment, all I saw was vulnerability. I knew the feeling way too
much to let it slide.

I knew what he wanted; he wanted me to
claim him. I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind it, but I was sure of it.

Just as I was sure that he was the man, I
might be falling in love with.

The realization flagger basted me and
shook me to my core.

“Yours.”

I murmured; as a way to confirm that, I
was ready for him to take me.

I clasped my eyes close, waiting for him
to do it.

“Look at me Clea.”

He orders gently.

I complied.

Slowly, he eased himself inside me and
pulled out.

Landon levered himself on one arm and
spoke again:

“I’m going to fuck you Clea; hard. Not because
I want to more than I want my next breath, but because I need the discomfort to
disappear quickly.”

He articulated every word, oh so
torturously slowly and slammed into me just as he said he would.

I felt an uncontrollable tear streaming at
the pinching sensation inside of me.

He pushed inside me again.

"Mine!"

He said with another thrust and stopped
moving; he let me get accustomed to the strange feeling.

Landon brushed off the tear; his eyes
suddenly fell of worry.

A frown formed between his beautiful
eyebrows.

“Are you alright baby?"

I nodded and pulled him from the back of
his head sealing our lips.

He cut it short.

"Answer me Clea; do you want me to
stop?"

He asked the worry clear in his voice. I didn't
know much at that moment, but the one thing I was sure of is that I didn't want
him to stop. Granted, it was uncomfortable; but not unbearable.

What was most disturbing, was what I was
feeling towards him. I was happy to be in his arms, it felt safe, and I
wouldn't have changed anything for all the pennies in the world.

"No.”

I prompted.

“It's just strange." I conceded.

"You're... Umm." I blushed
"You're so big."

He nodded, suppressing a smile.

The cocky fucker…

"Oh Clea, you're so tight. Being inside
you feels like heaven."

He murmured still unmoving.

"You were made for me."

His words somehow calmed the burning
sensation and I felt the muscles inside the deepest part of me clenching in the
most disturbing and delicious way.

He kissed me and I held on to the back of
his neck.

"I'm going to move baby, are you
ready?"

I acquiesced and he slid out; leaving the
tip of his erection, and then slid back slowly hitting every nerve in my body,
he did it again then stilled.

"Better?"

He asked his voice tight.

"Yes."

The discomfort slipped away slowly, until
it vanished.

I groaned at one hard thrust.

“Yes."

I could hear the plea in my voice.

Landon picked up his rhythm. Fear let
place to the most delicious feeling I could ever have dreamed of.

He eased himself in and out of me, slowly
picking up his pace, his breath controlled, his eyes watching me.

My body quivered in the building
sensation. I started meeting his thrusts. He kept up a relentless rhythm and I clawed
at his back still meeting his thrusts eagerly.

Landon’s eyes dark, piercing through mine,
he kissed me grasping my hair and I could feel him grow further hitting places
I never knew existed.

I was completely lost in his gaze. He
never took them off of me, not once. I wanted to shut mine close; but I
couldn't, utterly taken by the feeling of him inside me, by that moment, only
aware of our bodies in complete synchronization, of the growing pressure that
spread across my body.

His rhythm grew merciless, relentless.

“Oh Clea.”

Landon groaned and shut his eyes.

He slid his arms under my back and clasped
my hair with the other one. I could feel his weight; he was all over me; inside
me.

I claimed him, silently.

He shifted and sucked on my nipple. I kept
on meeting his thrusts; I pulled him to my mouth and bit his bottom lip.

He brought his thumb to my clit and
started stroking; it made the pressure even more intense.

Soon, I had no coherent thought; his
thrusts, his mouth against mine, his slow groans and his thumb circling
creating hell inside me.

I stiffened. I was completely gone from
this world, only with him.

"Come for me Clea."

His words were my undoing, I climaxed
around him more forcefully than ever, shattered into pieces underneath his
weight.

He came with hard thrusts, groaning and
reaching deeper inside me, emptying himself in me.

He came to pieces over me, breathing out
my name.

We were
panting, and despite his weight, I just held on to him; he couldn't be close
enough to me. He stilled himself inside me. I traced gentle caresses on his
back calming my breath, kissing the crook in his shoulder.

He eased himself oh-so-slowly. I cried
out.

He lay next to me and held his head on his
elbows, tracing his finger around my breasts, igniting fire, going up and down
my stomach.

"Was it painful?”

He finally spoke; the worry echoed in his
voice.

I frowned at the absurdity of the
question.

"Did I seem like someone in pain?”

I asked smiling sardonically.

"Is that what you think it felt
like?"

His frown disappeared, letting place to a
reassured expression.

"Don’t be coy Clea. It was your first
time. You may have appreciated it, but I don't think it was all that
pain-free."

I was blown away. He was genuinely concerned,
despite the fact that he was going to do it whether I liked it or not.

"You have no idea what you made me
feel just now, do you Mr. Davis?"

I turned to face him.

"I knew it was supposed to be
painful, but it didn't come close to what I feared in the beginning."

I caressed his smoothly shaved jaw.

"It was unbelievable, now I get what
all the fuss is about."

I pressed a swift kiss to his lips 

"Thank you."

I said grinning widely.

He cocked his head, seemingly amused.

“You are the most unexpected beautiful
woman.”

Landon pulled me to him, and gripped me
possessively.

“Most unexpected, beautiful, and mine.”

He added.

I cherished his words.

It was all beyond any expectations I’d
had.

Frankly, I thought that it might be good;
after all, his skills did show; just by the way he kissed me. Moreover, you
couldn’t possibly hold a playboy title and not build on your reputation. Jenna
once told me that some guys failed to make her orgasm even with oral sex. But
Landon did it in all the possible ways; sometimes, I could’ve sworn that I
could orgasm by his presence only.

"Come on baby, let's shower!"

He extended his hand, and pulled me in his
arms.

"Can we do it again in there?"

I asked signaling to the bathroom.

"Ever the surprising woman Miss
Dane."

He said lifting me in his arms.

I grinned impishly.

“I can walk.” I said tartly.

“You do?”

He prompted sarcastically.

I pulled my tongue and feigned annoyance.

Landon sat me on the counter.

He turned on the water and started
adjusting the temperature. His back gloriously naked, I blinked at the tattoo
crossing his waist. How did I miss that?

“You have a tattoo.”

I announced.

“I do?”

He teased.

It was in French calligraphy. I read the
familiar quote. It was by Victor Hugo.

‘Sans Peur, Sans Reproche.’

He turned and followed my gaze to the
scripted ink.

"I'll tell you his story when you
tell me yours."

I looked down. I wasn’t that curious, was
I?

He swept me in his arms,
ever-the-caring-gentleman. It felt like I weighed feathers. He put me in the
tub. The water felt so soothing to my loose limbs and I relaxed.

"Don't settle just yet baby, scoot
forward."

Landon slid behind me.

“Ah this feels so good."

I pushed my back to his chest and he put
his arms around me.

We fell silent for a while. I relished the
feel of the water against my skin. His skin against mine was even more
delectable. I’d just slept with Landon Davis. I couldn’t stop smiling; my face
ached. He was so gentle and tender; that look just before he’d ripped through
my virginity was priceless. I had so much to discover about the man; I could
tell there was more to him than what transpired. It was a revelation.

"Can I ask you about something?”

Landon’s voice intruded into the silence.
His tone worried me a little but I nodded.

"How can you afford to give that
money for the sculpture, I thought you told me you were paying for school
through loans."

I had it coming. It was only normal
really. It must have surprised him. Hell, it surprised me.

I probably needed to open-up a little for
the sake of this relationship.

"I know it might have seemed weird to
you.”

I admitted.

“Truth is; I didn't think I would ever
spend that money."

I took in a breath, I really hated talking
about it, but it was a good first step for us.

"I didn't always used to pay for my
tuition through student loans; during freshman year I actually had a full
scholarship, it was great and I kept my grades flawless throughout the
semesters.”

I paused.

“I graduated high school early, so when I
moved to New York, my dad had security assigned to me, it was his only
condition to let me move from France. It was suffocating; I wasn't allowed to
do anything, all my comings and goings were under the loop.”

“That must’ve been unsettling.”

He commented.

“It was.” I agreed.

“But when I moved to sophomore year, I
decided that other people from less favorable backgrounds needed the money more
than I did. My family was capable of paying my tuition and I had the apartment
for Jude and me.

“So I asked my father to pay for college,
which he’d agreed to. That was until I was eighteen and refused the security to
be around watching my every move.”

“I’m guessing he didn’t like it?”

I snorted.

“That’s putting it mildly; he offered me
an ultimatum; I either keep the security, or he'll stop paying for school.”

I let out a breath remembering all the
fights and mean words I’d resorted to. I was so angry at him.

“What happened next?”

Landon prompted wrapping his arms around
me.

I shrugged.

“I didn't cave and managed to get a
student loan. I work as a French tutor, and a dentist assistant. It was very
rewarding. I scored a teacher assistant job for my last year and managed to
graduate paying the interests.”

I brushed off the thought of Caden and
continued my explanation.

“I’d spent a year and some, fighting
endlessly with my dad, he thought I was irresponsible with my own safety,
giving the dangers his job exposed me to. Then, one day I woke up to a call
announcing that he’d past away. Just like that, I had a fight with him the
night before, the following morning he was gone.”

I felt tears pushing through my eyes. It
still hurt that he might have never known how much I’d loved him, and how much
I hated fighting with him.

Landon squeezed me gently. I managed to
speak past the lump in my throat.

“Anyway, after his death, he left most of
his money to me, which was weird since I'm not an only child, but my brother
didn't care much for the money.”

I laughed at the irony.

“Here I’d thought he’d probably deprived
me; yet I found out that he over-inherited me. I felt guilty; first I wasn't
aware he had that much money. After all he on a government pay grade; my dad
was a smart man, and placed in all the right places.”

“Why wouldn’t you use the money?”

I shrugged again.

“He chose to cut me off when he was alive,
I didn't see why I would use his money once he's dead. So I never did."

I finished, suddenly submerged by a sad
feeling.

"That is until tonight." He asserted.

His voice was full of understanding. I
grasped at his arms.

"Yes, until tonight."

I swallowed.

“I just saw how sad your dad was losing
those earrings, and he looked at you with so much admiration when people were
bidding on the sculpture, after all you could have bid on it like Evelyn."

I chuckled.

"But you didn't; and I felt
overwhelmed by the moment that I blurted out the number without thinking about
it twice."

"I'm glad you did Baby, it feels good
to know it will remain cherished by someone who values its worth."

His words meant the world to me.

"Actually, I'm not taking it."

I admitted

He turned me to face him.

"You're not?"

I shook my head no and grinned.

"No, I want you to keep it."

"The hell I am."

Landon growled, and glared at me.

There was no point to discuss it. I’d made
my mind the moment I placed that bid.

"It was two birds with one stone. I
bid as a way of giving money to the charity, and for you to keep something you
cherish without stooping to your partner’s level."

I tried my sweetest voice.

"Plus, have you seen my apartment.
There's no way it would fit in there." I argued then held up a warning
finger.

He opened his mouth; I could see the
objection coming, so I brushed him off.

"This is not up for discussion
Landon. Rule number three. "

He smirked at me and I relaxed.

"Rule Number three?"

He arched his brow.

“Yes. Propriety Claim is Number One. The
No-Lying clause Number Two. The No-Turning down gift is Number Three.”

I beamed at him;

“Your rules.”

"Defying little thing, aren't you?"

He suddenly pushed two fingers inside me;
I jumped at the surprising exquisite feeling.

"Tell me Miss Dane; how defying do
you plan to be in the future?"

He breathed dryly and I nodded swallowing
and biting at my lip.

“Just the right amount.”

I answered, my voice coming out a pitch
too low.

He pushed further.

"Is that so?"

He started pushing in and out his thumb
going in circles on my clit.

"I agree to keep the sculpture, but
if you ever defy me again, I’ll deprive you from orgasms for at least three
days. And that’s rule Number Four."

I blinked rapidly at his words. He pushed
another finger inside me.

“Tell me, Miss Dane, Do you think you’ll
be able to live through one day without my fingers inside you; reaching to your
orgasm?”

I swallowed, hard; trying to find a way to
defy him.

Landon brought my hand to his erection.

"What about this hard cock inside
your tight little cunt? Or your ravishing, greedy mouth?"

He bit hard on my lip and I groaned.

Suddenly he took his fingers out, leaving
me breathless, aching for his touch.

I straddled him splashing water all over
the floor.

"Okay you made your point Mr.
Davis."

I slid my hand between us, took him in my
palms, and stroked him, hard.

"Now can you please get inside
me?"

He took me by the waist and placed me over
his erection but kept me levered. I couldn't hold it anymore, but he was much
stronger. I shut my eyes in defeat; I wanted him so much it hurt.

"Open your eyes baby." He
whispered.

"You take the reins, you choose the
pace."

He said letting go of my waist, placing my
hands on his shoulders.

"Just never take your eyes off
mine!" He ordered.

I abruptly lowered myself onto him;
extorting a groan.

"Fuck!" He muttered.

It felt deeper. Delicious; despite some
discomfort which I couldn't care less about. I clasped my hands through his
hair: it was wet and slippery. I grabbed it harder extracting a cave man’s
grunt from him.

I started going up and down, slowly back
and forth, kissing him, nibbling at his jaw. He grasped my curls in a tail
following my movement with his thrusts.

Soon, we were rocking against each other
relentlessly, breathing harshly, moaning, and groaning. The sensation was out
of the world. I felt that delightful alienating pressure growing inside me.

"Touch yourself baby." He
whispered.

I blinked in confusion.

"Do it for me."

I shook my head no. I wouldn't know how,
and my thoughts were scattered. I was close to that feeling I was un-doubtfully
getting addicted to,

"You do it. I ... I can't
please."

I was pleading out of breath getting
closer and closer with every thrust. Landon started stroking me with his
skillful thumb. He pulled at my hair. I arched my back.

"Come for me, Clea."

He breathed, biting very hard on my nipple
and I unraveled, climaxing around him, squeezing him. I felt a hot liquid
pouring inside me; he came with his own grunts.

We were heaving; I was holding him as if I
was holding onto dear life.

It was unbelievable; I could never get
enough of this
.

I couldn't believe I’d waited for that; but
on the other hand, I was glad I did.

It felt right; it felt amazing; real and
full of promises.

Once my breathing slowed back to normal, I
looked at him. He was frowning, like in distress, still buried inside me.

I frowned back at him puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"We didn't use protection."

Oh hell! Damn, Damn, Damn!

"I'm sure you're safe.”

He prompted.

“And so am I. I get checked twice a year;
I have them in the apartment."

He started reassuring me.

"It's okay, we were taken by the moment,
as for the other issue, I'll swing by a drugstore tomorrow for some emergency
contraception and make an appointment for next week."

I announced. I wasn’t worried about any
diseases. The Man was a control freak.

Admittedly, it felt better than with a
condom, skin-to-skin, much more intense, much more intimate, nothing separating
us. I'll get the morning after pill, even though I wasn't worried, my periods
worked like clockwork, and I was in the safe zone, but better safe than sorry.

We stayed a while longer, he insisted on
scrubbing me, and I gladly let him, tracing kisses and caresses, complimenting
my skin. He even washed my hair smoothly massaging my head around my temples,
and as soon as he finished I returned the favor with a wide, unmoved grin.

We talked and laughed, about everything,
trying to get to know each other.