Playing with Fire (Burn for Me #1)

by Ria Wilde

“Do you hate it yet, Malakai?” His body shivers above mine and a breath leaves him as he groans. “I find with you; I don’t hate anything at all.”

“You want it that bad, then fine. You can have my cock, Olivia. You want me to fuck you, fill up this needy cunt until I’m dripping down your thighs, I’ll do it. I’ll let you lie to yourself, tell yourself you don’t want me as much as I want you, but you and I both know the truth of it.”

“I want to mark you, Olivia,” He rasps, “Paint you mine so the whole fucking world knows that I am yours.”

It’s not been long enough. We don’t like each other past fucking or getting on each other’s nerves. But when she says my name, either version of it, I can’t help but feel like the sun has just risen after several days of night, like the clouds haven’t just parted after endless days of rain.

“You are devastating,”

“All of my dances are yours.”

This is a woman I’ll go to war for. I’d burn the whole world for her, die for her, live for her.

She’s a queen. A goddess. And I’m ready to get on my knees to worship at her altar.

Everything about her captures my attention and she’s quickly becoming the reason to breathe.

There’s so much depth to Olivia that drowning in her is merely an inevitability.

She is the balm on my soul. She makes breathing so fucking easy.

“You take me so well, baby,” I rasp, “Look at us together.” “Please don’t stop,” she begs.

“So pretty when you beg for my cock, kitten. Your body is made for me, isn’t it?” “Yes,”

“You can’t kill everyone that hurts me in some way, Malakai!” “I can and I will.”

“You do not understand, Olivia. There are no lengths I will not go to.” “You’re crazy,” I breathe. “No, you’re just mine.”

“Such a good girl when you’re not being a little brat,” He praises, “Come here.”

“You don’t come unless I tell you to,”

“I’m going to fuck your throat,” He tells me, gliding his cock in a little before pulling out, “You’re going to take it, Olivia. All of it.”

I thought myself heartless. Without a soul. Until her.

The ocean. The sea. She likes the sea.

“You’re like a drug, Olivia,” I confess, “I cannot get enough.”

I am in love with my wife. And it might just be the very thing that kills me.

“Kai,” She breathes, “I’m going to come.” “Then come, kitten,” I grind out, “Come all over my fucking cock, Olivia.”

“You can have my hours, Malakai. All of them.” I smile, which then promptly falls off my face when I realize what I just said. “Olivia,” He rasps, arms coming around me, “You have all of mine, too.”

I can’t help it. My heart sings for him. All of him.

“I’ll give you the world, Olivia, you just need to ask.”

But I don’t want the world. Just this with him.

“Will you spank me?” She flutters her lashes, innocence, and filth colliding. “So fucking hard, you won’t be able to sit.” “Don’t tempt me with a good time,”

You want to tame me, Olivia, consider me tamed. I’m yours.” “No one can tame you,” She breathes. “You can.” I admit.

“I will always choose you, Olivia.” I vow. “You might not see it right now, but I will always choose you.”

“I never told you.” He whispers. “I never told you that I love you.”

“With every fiber of my being. I love you, Olivia. I think I loved you from the moment you stood in my office that first day you moved in.” He’s back in front of me, finger curled under my chin, “And I knew I loved you,” He breathes, “the moment you fucked up my closet and put ketchup in my shoes.”

“You came,” I whisper against her lips. She nods slowly, “I choose you too, Kai.”

“For the rest of my life, Olivia, I will love you. Every bratty, rebellious side of you. I will laugh with you, and hold you when you cry, will worship you, and look after you. I will continue to choose you, no matter the outcome because you are it. It’s not the sun I seek after the storm, it’s you. Always you.” Her breath rushes from her as I gently kiss her cheek. “And when my time comes, there will be no place that will be able to hold me from you. I will find you in every existence. I love you, Olivia Farrow. Always.”

“You own me, Olivia.”

“Who do you belong to, Olivia?” “You.” “Who do I belong to?” I ask, balls slapping against her body as I continue to thrust hard and fast, muscles tightening with my impending orgasm. “Me.”

She is the air in my lungs, the very thing that keeps my heart beating.

“I choose you Malakai,” She whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth, “I love you.” I bring her closer, holding her tight. “Always.”

“What should I do with you, wife?” He contemplates. “Spank this pretty ass until my handprint is tattooed on your skin?”