Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

Flame

" M ore. Harder." Ana cries out as I thrust into her from behind. "Make it rougher. Please."

I'm already penetrating her harder and faster than feels safe to me. I'm giving her far more than I want to and wish I could see her face to be certain that she's okay. But who am I kidding.

She's not okay. I'm not okay. Neither of us will ever be okay again.

Her tight pussy squeezes around me like it's greedy for my dick, but I can barely process the physical pleasure. It can't penetrate the intense pain in my mind and my heart.

Bent over the back of a chaise, Ana turns her head to look at me. "I need…I need…something more."

"What darling?" Tugging back hard on her hips, I drive into her so deeply it's like I'm slamming a wall inside her.

"I need to feel… more ."

I sure fucking feel each of my drives, and I can tell she does too. Now that she's looking over her shoulder, I can witness each of my impacts reflected in her expression, and I hear each drive echoed in her short fast exhales that push through her pink lips each time I hit home.

"This is all I've got." My voice is tight, my body consumed by my physical actions. So far, this sex hasn't erased my pain either, and I'm desperate to give her whatever she needs to blur her loss, to make us both forget that Phil is gone.

I've never seen Phil fuck her but can only imagine how his massive cock stretched her. I'm not small but wish I could mimic his size for her now. Glancing around the room, I search for something that might help.

"Burn me." Looking back over her shoulder, Ana's gaze is blazing. "Set me on fire. I know you enjoy that."

Heat rages through me, incinerating the question of how she knows about this passion of mine. My lust for fire play during sex disappeared after meeting Ana, but it surges inside me now.

"Wait here." Pulling out of her, I leap toward the fireplace to gather a few candles, some wooden matches, and a long lighter. Glancing toward the bar, I consider using alcohol, but what I've collected should be a good start. We don't even know if she'll like this. Considering that, I rush to the bar and grab a bucket of ice cubes.

Ana shifted, while I was gathering supplies. She's bent over, straddling the chaise, her legs stretched wide, her toes balanced on the floor on either side of it. Her face and upper body are pressed against the upholstery, and her ass, so round and perfect juts up into the air.

Fires rage inside me as I remember turning that ass bright red, back when things were so new between us. Before I felt much for her beyond lust.

Lust that once again blinds me.

Moving quickly, I light two pillar candles, setting them on the floor to let the wax melt, and I'm suddenly consumed with pinking Ana's skin in any way that I can.

"Hurry," she cries out. Her body twists and squirms, beyond restless. If I'm going to use fire, it's best if I'm in full control of her movements, so I can limit the damage. As a vampire, she'll heal, but I don't want to go too far, and certainly don't want to see her beautiful long hair go up in flames.

Grabbing her hips, I drag her to the end of the chaise and quickly bind her ankles to its legs, using our discarded clothing as ties. Then I secure her arms under the chaise, so she's hugging the furniture, unable to lift her upper body from it. But her ass is too low to the ground.

Seeing a large storage trunk, I position it close to the fireplace. Then I lift the chaise with her still on it, and I sit its back legs down on the trunk. Her pelvis falls against the edge of the chaise, her exposed sex at a more-easily fuckable distance from the ground.

"Please. Now." Struggling against her bindings, she pumps her hips, grinding against the edge of the chaise beneath her.

"Don't move," I say roughly. "This could be dangerous."

She nods, her body stilling as her breasts press against the chaise, but her agitation remains obvious. Her breaths are shallow, and her skin is pulsing, almost as if I can see nerves sparking under its porcelain surface.

Porcelain that I plan to turn pink, preferably red.

Drawing my fingers through her slick folds, I gather some of her moisture. She moans, and her ass lifts, within its short range of motion. My heart races as I smear her wetness over my palms, and then I bring my damp hand down, delivering a satisfying smack, one so hard it instantly leaves a satisfying pink print on her ass cheek.

"Oh! Ah!" Her hips pump, grinding against the furniture again, clearly trying to put pressure on her clit.

If distraction is what she wants, I should make her wait for her release. Better if I build up her need, so I can make her climax incendiary. I grab the bolster that was resting against the back of the chaise.

I spank her again. Her hips rise in reaction to the impact. Catching them, I lift them higher, quickly squishing the cushion between her belly and the chaise.

Her sex is even more exposed to me now, her back arched and her legs dangling, reducing her leverage to move. And, most importantly, her clit, fully exposed to me, has nothing to press against.

Her slick pink lips are so beautiful as blood rushes to swell them, and it's all I can do to keep from burying my face in her sex, tasting every part of her and eating her like the delicacy she is to me.

But that wouldn't deliver what she's asked me for, what she says that she needs.

I drag my fingers through her dampness again, then roughly dig my fingers inside to gather more juices that I use to wet both of my palms.

Smacking her again and again, I alternate hands. Blood rises to her skin's surface, darkening the color of her ass cheeks and rushing to fill the opened lips of her sex. Her arousal is so high now, its evidence drips out of her pussy, and the sight and the smell are driving me mad with my own need.

But I must ignore my own needs for now. Ana wants to be consumed by physical sensations. So absorbed in pleasure and pain that her mind has no room for anything else. Delivering that escape for her is all I can care about.

Pausing my strikes, I rest my hands on her ass, and the heat exchange is intense. The fire in her rounded cheeks amplifies the heat in my palms, and unable to resist, I caress her warmed skin.

She moans. "Use fire." Her voice is muffled by the chaise, and her hips pulse against the bolster I stretched beneath them.

Watching, I'm mesmerized by her sex, and a devious idea ignites in my mind. Something I've never tried before.

"Do you trust me?"

She nods, and then turns her head to the side, revealing half of her face as the other cheek rests on the furniture.

"Do you remember your safe word?" I ask her.

"Sky?"

"That's right, darling." I stroke her still reddened ass. "I need you to promise me that you'll use it."

"Please," she says, her voice strained. "Make me feel more, Flame. Make me forget." Her lust-filled eyes flood with sadness, so I slap her ass a few more times, loving how she moans, how her slickness amplifies, dripping over her swollen clit and encouraging my idea. Her expression isn't sad anymore, it's once again pulsing with arousal and need.

I click on the lighter, and my gaze shifts to its blue and yellow flame for a moment, before I refocus on her sex. Using my fingers, I spread the skin around her swollen clit, and then flick the flame close to her sensitive nub. I don't come close enough to burn her, just close enough that she'll feel the heat.

"Wha—?" Her lower body tenses.

"Are you okay?" I clear my throat, thick with my rising lust. "Did I burn you?"

She shakes her head. Her exposed cheek is flushed now, her eyes wide but unfocused.

Turning on the lighter again, I shift the flame even closer this time, flicking its hot tip back and forth through the air over her clit. The moisture sizzles, and the scent fills my head.

Too much.

I quickly switch off the lighter, and then press one of the ice cubes against her.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and then open. "Oh. Yes. Yes. Do that again."

A soft grin spreads on my face, delighted that the sharp, contrasting sensations pleased her, and I pull the ice cube away. If the lighter burned her skin, she's already healed.

When the flame hits this time, she screams, and then moans when it's replaced by ice, pulsing her hips.

Again and again, I alternate flame and ice, keeping an eye on the half of her face I can see and marveling at how expressive she is, how her eyes grow hazy as she floats on the bliss of alternating pain and relief.

My cock is so hard now, it might snap if I let it touch her. Freeing it, I run the flame along its underside and swallow my scream.

"Fuck me now," she cries out. "Please."

"I've got a better idea." Picking up one of the ice cubes, I stroke it through her folds, and her body jerks in response. A pool of melted red wax has formed at the top of the pillar candle, and I drip some onto her skin, letting it trail down the back of her upper thigh, as I press the ice cube against her opening, so she can feel both hot and cold at once.

Each time the hot wax hits her body, her pussy pulses. This is amazing, but another new idea flashes.

"Can I fuck your ass?" I ask.

"Yes! Please!"

Grinning at her eagerness, I pick up the biggest ice cubes I can find and then push them into her pussy as fast as I can, completely filling her and loving how she reacts to each one I add.

"I thought you were going to fuck me." Her hips are nearly convulsing now in reaction to the freezing sharp fullness inside her.

"Oh, I plan to." My fangs spring out, and I tear my wrist, letting the blood fall on her tight pucker. Then I use some to coat my stiff dick.

"Your blood smells so good." She sighs, her eyes closing as pleasure ripples through her.

I let a few drops of blood trickle into her mouth, as I force even more ice cubes inside her, making her scream.

Then with no preparation, I plow a couple of inches of me into her ass.

Fireworks explode in my brain as her body resists my sharp stab, and I pause for an instant giving her body time to adjust.

"Deeper," she cries out. "Harder. Please, Flame, don't be gentle with me. I want it to hurt ."

I suck in a sharp breath, wanting to argue. After the initial entry, I'd planned to ease into her carefully, to wait for her strong muscles to relax and invite me in deeper. But I need to give Ana what she needs. What I need too, if I'm honest with myself. I need to erase my mind. I need to blind myself to everything but Ana's ass squeezing tightly around my cock. I need to set all the nerves in both of us on fire.

Without warning, I press myself into her small body, thrusting my hips, using all the force I can find.

She cries out in obvious pain, and her body tenses, every muscle trying to keep me out. The not-yet-melted ice cubes slide inside her pussy, cooling her insides and giving her some hard edges against me. I thrust again, then again.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me just like that!" she shouts, urging me to ignore the pain she must be feeling.

Her blood is mingling with my own, and I realize my abrupt entrance made her bleed.

Paused deep inside her, I groan as her essence absorbs through the thin skin of my cock. And then fire consumes my vision. Every part of me focuses on my throbbing rod, squeezed in the tight vise of her body.

"Please," she says, her voice muffled by the chaise cushions. "Fuck me as hard and fast as you can."

I don't need another invitation. Bracing myself, I give her tiny body everything my much larger one can deliver, spearing her tightness over and over and over. The ice inside her melts, dripping out of her along with her juices.

My vision turns to fire, so does my mind. There is nothing now but her, but us. Nothing but her tightness and heat around my cock.

Slowing my pace for a moment, I reach for the candle. Then I drip wax onto her back, moving down her spine and loving how her body reacts inside and out with each new hot sting, and still, I continue to plow inside her, moving more quickly in her ass than feels wise or safe. I'm unsure whether the noises she's making indicate pain or pleasure. But I keep an eye on her face. Her mouth is wide, her eyes closed, but her skin is flushed.

"Remember your safe word?"

She nods.

I trail a long line of wax down her back, and she screams.

"Want to use your safe word?"

She shakes her head no, so I drop the candle and use both hands to pull her body even harder against mine, removing the cushion's ability to soften the force of each strike. She's fully immobilized, but somehow, impossibly, she's wriggling beneath me, moving her hips so that each of my drives feels different and better than the last.

I roar in pleasure. Bending over her, I bite down on the soft flesh where her neck joins her shoulder, and as her blood rushes into my mouth, she arches, pushing her ass back to take even more of me inside her.

Without warning, my balls explode, shooting my come into her body, but my thrusts don't slow. They accelerate. Sliding more easily now, I ram into her over and over and over, as I swallow her blood, and as her body convulses, devouring my cock.