Surrender to Fire: Maison Chronicles, Book 3 by Skylar Kade

“Floating good and well, are we?”
    Cam couldn’t reply—his body had descended upon hers, his fiery tongue lashing against her neglected nipple. Her stomach knotted and her thighs clenched, adding enough pressure against her center that she cried out.
    Again, she begged, insensate babbling pouring out of her in a desperate bid for relief.
    He cursed and leaned up, fumbled with his pants, then she felt him between her thighs, skin on skin. She arched up against his throbbing cock, its little twitches magic against her overly sensitive clit. If she didn’t come soon, she was going to cry or lose her mind, maybe both. She couldn’t think past getting him inside her.
    “Look at me, sweetheart.”
    With effort, she lasered in on him with her drunken eyes. “Yes, Sir?”
    “Tell me your safe words.”
    She grappled with the words for a moment, then answered.
    “Do you want me to fuck you?” His hips jerked against her. Why was he asking useless questions? She could feel his arousal, knew he wanted her.
    “Yes.”
    The redundant answer seemed to satisfy him. His hand dipped toward the table, then returned with a condom.
    “Awfully sure of yourself, hmmm?” Cam’s tipsy, insolent tongue ran away with her thoughts.
    He tossed the empty wrapper aside, then positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you objecting?”
    She shook her head and the room spun—or maybe that was from his cock invading her in short, sharp thrusts, just the tip, not enough to take the edge off her hunger.
    Her legs clenched around his hips, pulling him closer.
    His lungs shook from his exhalation. His jaw clenched. “Damn it, girl, you’re too tight. Slow down.”
    But she couldn’t. Her hips writhed against him and she saw the moment he lost control, when his eyes went dark and intent. He fell forward atop her, bracing himself on one arm, then pistoned forward, a shock to her wet and needy cunt.
    “Damien!” she shouted, clutching her arms around his neck, scoring her nails down his back. Taking him, marking him.
    His free hand dug into her hip, the bite of pain searing straight to her clit. She tightened around his cock and he gasped. “So fucking hot,” he rasped into her ear. “So submissive to my touch.”
    She had trouble arguing with that when it had gotten her here, orgasm blissfully within reach. “Yes, Sir” was all she could articulate.
    His thrusts deepened until he bottomed out, the flash of pain mixing with the consuming ecstasy.
    “Yes, come for me,” he gritted and she obeyed like a good submissive, her pussy rippling around him as she shattered. His hand clenched on her hip, until she felt bruised and deliciously used, then he groaned and thrust inside her one last time. His cock twitched against her sensitive tissues and his orgasm rippled across his body. His lips seized hers, sharing his passion.
    They sprawled on the table, catching their breath. Damien’s heartbeat echoed through her body and hers slowed to keep pace.
    “Oh my.” She inhaled, breathing in the musky, erotic scent of sex. “That was…”
    “Yeah.” When he rolled to the side, her heart twitched at the loss. Cam squashed that feeling without mercy. Her night was coming to a close and she’d damn well relish what was left of it.
    She waited for him to spring up, step back into his clothes and give her a quick wave as he headed out the door. And when he finally stood, she donned a wry smile. It had been an educational afternoon.

Chapter Seven
    “How about a bath?”
    Camille’s shocked look made Damien chuckle. With her black hair fanning around her face and her lips swollen from his kisses, she looked like a sex goddess, ready to rock his world—again. It hadn’t been that long since his last relationship, so he couldn’t blame it on having a fuzzy memory, but sex hadn’t been that good before. Neither had such a basic scene. Ice water, lighter, and putty knife—and that was enough to have her come apart in his arms?
    Damien