Touch of Flame



Malachi sat Ravina down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation and desire between them was palpable, and the air was thick not only with the steam from the tub but also from their bodies. 

"Crawl back," he urged her gently, his voice deep and velvety.

Her heart pounding, she complied, her body bare and still wet and glistening from the bath, save for the modest covering provided by the towel. Her eyes lingered on his face before drifting down his bare torso and onto his obvious arousal. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly met his gaze again.

As if his body wasn't already strained with desire, his erection grew even harder under her scrutiny.

Malachi crawled onto the bed as well, maintaining eye contact with her. She watched him, captivated by his fluid movements and the intensity in his eyes. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she realized the intimate encounter that was about to unfold.

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to her ankle, and then began to trail kisses up her leg. Ravina leaned back slightly but didn't recline fully, propping herself up on her elbows as she continued to watch him. Each kiss sent tingles up her spine, and she felt a growing ache deep within her.

Malachi gently bent her leg, placing a tender kiss on her knee before slipping his head between her thighs. His lips met the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, causing her to catch her breath. Her muscles tensed, and her toes curled as she threw her head back, overwhelmed by the new sensation.

He kissed his way down one thigh, inching ever closer to her throbbing center. Ravina's body tightened with anticipation, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Just as he was about to reach her most intimate area, he shifted his attention to her other thigh.

The combination of tension and feeling of being so exposed made Ravina instinctively try to crawl away from him, even though a part of her longed to lean into his touch. 

Malachi grasped her hips, gently preventing her from moving away. "Relax, Ravina," he murmured against her skin.

Her head spun from the sensation, and when his lips met her thigh again, she could no longer support herself. She allowed her body to fall back onto the bed, her chest heaving. Malachi's lips moved ever closer to her core, and it seemed as though he wouldn't stop.

Panicked, she grabbed him by the hair. "Malachi!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

Malachi looked up at her, his eyes locking with hers. "I am exploring every inch of you, Ravina. I don't want to leave any part of you untouched. Unkissed." 

Ravina's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed into his intense eyes. He tempted her but…

"Not… there…" she stammered, utterly embarrassed.

He smiled, his voice velvety and inviting. "Trust me, Ravina. I'll stop if you don't enjoy it."

Ravina looked down, feeling her face flush with heat. She knew she had done something similar to him, but… still.

"Surrender to me, Ravina. Let me pleasure you," he urged.

Malachi's voice was soft and gentle, but the words were filled with desire and promise. Ravina's heart remained erratic, her body humming and responding to his plea. She was already giving in and as if knowing he drew her closer. 

Malachi leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her thigh again. "Relax, princess. Lie down and let me take care of you."

Ravina fell back on the bed as his lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. When he reached the sensitive flesh between her legs, her hips bucked in surprise. Her legs almost closed involuntarily, but he easily kept them apart. His mouth was warm and enticing against her, making her entire body tense before a flick of his tongue made her shudder, and she suppressed a moan, remembering they were not alone in the house. 

Malachi kissed her, then slowly explored her with his tongue, gentle caresses that made her writhe and whimper. 

Overcome with desire, she sought more of the delicious friction his mouth provided. She fought the urge to move her hips as he held her legs apart, leaving her at the mercy of his mouth. Her toes curled and uncurled, and her back arched as he continued to lavish her with attention.

The tension in her body became unbearable, and her hand grasped his hair, pressing him closer. Her hips slowly moved, despite her better judgment.

Sensing her need, Malachi delved deeper, his tongue finding the throbbing nub and teasing it, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help the cry that escaped her lips, her inner walls clenching, aching for something more. 

Malachi ceased his torment, and she let out a staggered breath. She barely managed to catch her breath when he replaced his mouth with his fingers. 

eαglesnᴏνel He gently teased her with two fingers, circling her entrance while his other hand glided up her side. His mouth left a heated trail of kisses along her collarbone, then up her neck, making her gasp at the thrilling combination of sensations.

Ravina's body ached with need, her mind foggy with desire. The teasing of his fingers and the gentle pressure on her most sensitive areas left her craving more – a faster pace, a deeper touch, or perhaps even him inside of her. She felt an empty void within her, an ache that grew more unbearable with each passing moment.

Malachi seemed to sense her desperation, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous dance. He held her captive with his touch, before giving in to her silent pleas for more. 

His lips met hers in a passionate kiss, and then he pulled back to look at her as his fingers teased her entrance. "Do you want me inside, Ravina?"

Her mind had left rationality long ago, and she breathed, "yes." 

"It might hurt a little," he warned.

She was too lost and too needy to care. Besides, when did pain ever stop her. 

Seeing the answer in her eyes, Malachi coated her with her own wetness before slowly slipping a finger inside of her. Ravina grasped his arms, tensing at the unfamiliar intrusion. It wasn't painful, but it caused a dull ache inside her. 

Malachi paused, not wanting to cause her any discomfort. He used his other hand to massage her thigh while kissing her neck, helping her relax and focus on the pleasure instead of the discomfort. Gradually, she eased around him, and began to arch into his touch, wanting more. 

He started slow, moving his finger in and out of her with a gentle rhythm while being attentive to her reaction. When she was ready for more, he added another finger. 

Ravina gasped, the stinging pain quickly buried under the overwhelming pleasure. It burned, but she was on the verge of something she couldn't quite name. It was as if her body was begging for more, and the pleasure was so intense that it felt like it would hurt more if she stopped. 

She gripped the sheets tightly as he continued to move inside of her, her body arching towards him as she rode the wave of pleasure. Malachi's fingers moved faster, his touch more insistent, and she felt herself losing control. And then it hit her, the release that she had been craving, washing over her in a wave of pure bliss.