Flash Burned by Calista Fox

“I’ve been blessed with the gift of having a clear vision of the things I want. I don’t let them slip through my fingers. Ever.”
    â€œBut … marriage ? Dane, that’s … um … wow.”
    I couldn’t deny the prospect thrilled me. Amazingly so.
    Mrs. Dane Bax.
    Officially, formally Dane’s. Yeah, the thought pretty much rocked my world.
    Yet …
    My eyes narrowed and my mouth dipped.
    â€œWhat?” he asked, instantly alarmed.
    â€œNothing.”
    His brow furrowed. “Don’t try to hide anything from me, Ari. I can see from your expression that—”
    â€œNo,” I insisted, “you’re reading me all wrong.”
    â€œYou’re frowning,” he pointed out.
    With a soft laugh, I said, “Not for the reason you think. I was waiting for the whole ‘I’d love to be his wife; however …’ to hit me.” I stared deep into his eyes. “But it didn’t.”
    He studied me carefully.
    I cuddled closer to him, skimming my lips over his.
    â€œTechnically,” he said around me nibbling his bottom lip, “you haven’t answered my question.”
    â€œPerhaps I’m trying to distract you.” I engaged him in slow, sexy kisses.
    Dane let out a primal growl and eased me onto my back with his hard body pressing to mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, sliding over mine, tangling with it. He gathered up satin with a hand and lifted the side of my nightgown to my waist. While he kissed me heatedly, he sank deep into me.
    My hips rose and moved with his gentle, sensual rhythm. I twined my fingers in his hair, returning his fervent kiss.
    I was not so spellbound that I was oblivious to the complications of getting pulled further into Dane’s dark, mysterious world. It was just that I couldn’t break free of the mesmeric force that he was—didn’t want to break free.
    Every piece of me, every fiber of my being, was wrapped around this man. I felt it in the way I responded so fiercely to his weight on me, his chest melding to mine, his kisses searing and addictive. I felt it in the way we made love, tenderly yet intensely. I saw it in his scorching gaze when he stared at me, cataloging all the emotions reflected in my eyes. He was equally ensnared.
    And he was right. There was no escape.
    His mouth dragged from mine and grazed my jaw, down my throat, lightly nipping at the places he knew drove me wild. One of his hands slipped around to my backside and cupped an ass cheek, lifting me more firmly against him as he thrust fully and forcefully into me.
    â€œDane.” My pulse raged. My insides burned. I draped a leg over his waist, holding him close. One hand remained buried in his lush locks. The other clasped his bulging biceps.
    He was so thick and full inside me, pumping smoothly, the head of his cock rubbing that particularly sensitive spot. Tension gripped me, strong and vibrant, fueled as much by emotion as lust.
    Marriage went against all of my personal convictions, but when we were joined like this I couldn’t deny how perfectly we fit together, how much we belonged together. Regardless of our vast differences. The worlds between us.
    So as Dane’s head dipped and his mouth sucked my satin-covered nipple, I let my anti-matrimony principles incinerate with my body.
    â€œDane,” I said again on a sharp moan as the fire flashed through me. “Oh, God.” The erotic sensations intensified, flamed brighter, and then erupted. “Oh, Christ!”
    I cried out as I came, my breath suspended for several moments as the climax took hold, blocking out everything else.
    Then Dane thrust harder. Once, twice, three times. And exploded within me, filling my pussy.
    I clenched him tight, never wanting to let him go.
    Our heavy breaths were one in the quiet room. Our bodies were one. Even our pounding heartbeats seemed to be one. An ethereal bliss consumed