Burn With Me by R. G. Alexander Read Free Book Online

stop. Someone will see…”
    “Experience,” he reasoned, using his strength to easily position her body exactly where he wanted her to be. “You don’t really care who sees us. You crave experience. An addict in need of a fix. There’s a reason for that, Aziza. But there is more reason for this. Beyond the enjoyment it gives me to watch you indulge in your adventures, you need this. Need me. The adrenaline will heat your blood. Awaken you.”
    “You watch me?”
    He leaned in and ate at her mouth, tugging her upper lip with his teeth. He pulled away before she could kiss him the way she wanted to. His breath on her cheek and the strength of her desire made her shudder. “How could I look away?”
    He paused, his lips near her ear. “Nothing can stop this, Aziza. Can you feel it? There is fire inside you. You weren’t made to give up and let death take you without a struggle. The fire fights to survive. You need to burn. Were born to burn.”
    Fire. The same burning heat she’d felt searing her hand last night now blazed at the base of her spine, tendrils of warmth and passion, lust and excitement spreading down her limbs and into her sex.
    She was already so wet for him. Ready for her fantasy lover. She studied his brilliant, otherworldly eyes, framed by lashes so dark they looked kohl lined, and took a shaky breath. “Who are you, really?” Her imagination was good, but he really was too perfect, even for her.
    “Not yet. This first.” His jaw tightened and his gaze narrowed on hers as he slung his hips against her, his cock filling her with a single powerful thrust that made her body arch on a silent scream. “I’m yours to use, Aziza. Now burn with me.”
    Yes.
    He pumped against her with a speed and force that made her worry the wall behind her might crumble. That the world might break apart. Her skin was humming, vibrating with energy. Power. She could see the brightness of it, the brilliant colors behind her eyelids as he thrust inside her again and again. Her dream lover wasn’t human. He couldn’t be.
    Fire.
    Somewhere beyond her cries of pleasure and the sensations he was creating inside her, Aziza could feel it. She wasn’t on fire—she was fire. She was more. And the more inside her was taking control.
    Her eyes opened and she pressed the palms of her hands onto his chest. “On the ground,” she gasped out her command, surprised by her words even as they came out of her mouth. “I have to ride you.”
    His muscles bunched and quivered beneath her hands. “Yes, Aziza. This is who you are. You know what you need. It’s instinct. Take it.” He dropped to his knees, never allowing their bodies to separate, and then lowered his back onto the ground. “Command me.”
    A thrill of feminine power, of sexual dominance raced in her bloodstream. Why? This shouldn’t turn her on. Too many times men gave in to her, making them seem weak. She wanted a strong man. A man who could make her fall willingly to her knees. In last night’s dream he’d been exactly what she was looking for. Commanding her . Taking her.
    So why was his submission igniting more sparks inside her? She curled her fingernails into his chest until he hissed then smiled in pleasure.
    “More.”
    “You like that?” she muttered in disbelief. Then she did it again just to watch his reaction, scraping her nails down across his nipples, leaving red, angry marks behind. “Why do you like that?”
    “Why do you question it when you like it as much as I?” It was all the warning she got before he lifted up and placed his mouth on one flushed breast. He bit the flesh beside her nipple sharply enough to draw blood and she cried out in surprised pleasure. His mouth opened wide and he took as much of her into his mouth as he could, sucking hard.
    A bolt of electricity zapped through her body, as if there were a line connecting her breast to her clit, and another flood of arousal bathed his cock. She could feel it easing his way. See