Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel) (24 page)

It was odd, really; less than twelve hours
before, I was a chaste virgin. Today, I was what he called a hungry little
thing, and I couldn't get enough of the man.

My flight back was in the afternoon, and
as much as I didn't want to think about it, I was probably not going to see him
for a while.

It was the downside of our relationship,
two separate cities, and two different lives. He had his work and family
around. Not to mention several responsibilities lying on his shoulders. And I
had my new job and career to worry about; my whole life was in New York.

I had no idea how we're going to deal with
it. We'll probably see each other every other weekend.

Did I really want a long distant
relationship with Landon Davis?

I felt a stabbing pain in my chest at the
realization. I won't see him for a week, depending on his schedule and all the
unexpected events that would pop-up in our lives.

"What is it Clea?"

He cut off my riotous torture.

"Nothing, just some stupid
thoughts."

I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

"Rule number two Clea."

He pulled me to him abruptly.

"I'm not lying Landon."

I lied and smiled impishly, pushing
against him again.

"Are you trying to distract me Miss
Dane?"

He asked pushing my knees up, thrusting a
finger inside me.

"I don’t know. Are you distracted Mr.
Davis?"

I breathed out; I was aching for him…

"You are so responsive Miss Dane.
Despite your soreness, you are ready."

Landon pushed another finger and I
clenched around him. I needed him inside me, more than I’d needed my next
breath. His eyes fixated me, gray eyes piercing through my soul. He just kept
pushing circles inside me, my knees up and spread.

I was a little uncomfortable, but held me
in place.

He didn't move he didn't kiss me or touch
me elsewhere; I was going out of my mind, unable to move. I moaned at the
excruciating torture.

"What do you want Baby?"

I blinked, not understanding where that
damn stupid question came from.

Hello, could it be more obvious?!

"Tell me what you want Baby, I won't
do anything until you tell me what you want." He announced with a serious
tone. My thoughts were in complete disarray. I pushed my hips signaling the
obvious, but he shook his head no.

"In words Miss Dane."

For the love of god!

"You, I want YOU!"

I spluttered out.

A smirk drew on his face.

"That much is clear, Clea"

The damn bastard was smirking at me, if I
hadn’t been in a violent state of wanton, I would've told him to go screw
himself, but I wanted him too much, and I was so ready for him.

The man had self-control.

Well Duh! He was the best damn lawyer in
the country!

I would find a way to get back at him for
torturing me, but for now I needed him inside me!

"What do You want Clea?"

He accentuated every word with every
thrust of his fingers.

"I want you to fuck me damn it."

I cried out my frustration and he blinked
at my crudity.

"Is that so Miss Dane?"

He said dryly.

"Is that what you think I do to you
...? Fuck you?"

I blinked at him, what else he was doing.
I fell silent, embarrassed. I wasn't in the habit of swearing. In fact, I hated
it. But what else could I say. He was toying with me like a damned doll at the
hand of a three year old. The worst thing was, as soon as I was about to
orgasm, he slowed down and pulled out. I was going insane.

"Tell me, baby! Do you think I'm
fucking you?"

I shook my head; it didn't feel like it,
really, it was something Caden would’ve done. Landon was caring and attentive. Truth
was; he made love to me; he did it in the most sensual way, knowing exactly how
to take me away.

"That's more like it."

He accelerated the pace and I came apart
once again calling out his name.

He placed his erection at my entrance and
stilled.

I was calming my heaving chest.

"Now, tell me what you were thinking
about. And this time don't lie to me."

I puffed at him.

He really had some kind of annoying power.

"I was thinking about us, Okay? How
this relationship will work, with us being in different cities, how we will
manage."

I blurted out, frustrated.

He nodded his understanding.

"Turn around."

He said.

I didn't understand, but did as I was told
and rolled on my stomach. He pushed my knees and placed himself behind me, his
hard cock at my entrance.

"Hold on to the sheets."

Landon ordered.

I did as I was told again; feeling my
inside quivering.

"Now I'm going to give you what you
asked for, I'm going to fuck you from behind."

Oh my god, his voice was so hot; I moaned
and reflexively circled my hips against him.

"Impatient Little Miss Dane."

He pushed inside me.

"Oh" I groaned.

It was different, it was hotter, deeper,
and it hit every nerve. I clasped the sheets in my hands, my knuckles drained
of blood. His thrusts hard, mind-blowing, unleashing chaos over me. I was going
insane, he was buried deep inside me, stretching, filling every inch of my
inside.

How he did that? It was completely out of
my field of understanding; the man was so big; I could barely take him in my
mouth.

I couldn't feel my hands anymore, he was
relentless, he pushed in and out, paused for a beat when I was about to come
the first time. He circled his hips taking me over the precipice; the blood was
boiling in my veins. He grasped my hair at the nape of his fists, and arched my
back up.

"Let go of the sheets baby."

He growled.

He leaned a bit, and we were both standing
on our knees. He bit at my earlobe then took each nipple and squeezed them
hard, really hard. I winced, and he soothed them gently, and then did it again.
I was going to come apart; it was torturous, pleasure and pain simultaneously
taking control over my body. The most bizarre thing was that once he stopped, I
wanted more of it, more of the panacea of sensations taking me over the edge. I
instinctively brought his hands back asking for more and he did it repeatedly,
his thrusts speeding up, and his pinches hard and delectable.

I screamed some baffled words; I could’ve
sworn that my head was all over every inch of the place. I clenched around him endlessly,
and he came with three more thrusts calling out my name against my neck.

I threw myself against the pillow. His
erratic breathing racing mine; my mind crashed like it was thrown from the
hundredth floor of the Empire State Building.

It was, astounding, mind-blowing,
all-kind-of-crazy. I couldn't think anymore. I was a mess; trying to understand
what had just happened.

It wasn't gentle or slow or anything like
it had been yesterday. It was disturbing in the craziest way. I was
experiencing so many things, the pleasure in the pain, transcending.

It weirdly reminded me of Poe's writing,
the feel of darkness in which I lost myself.

I turned to look at the man beside me, his
heaving calmed, his eyes close. He felt different, nothing peaceful about him
despite his look; he was silent and lost in his thoughts.

I couldn't fathom his mood, so I crawled
and put my arm around his waist. His eyes flew open, and he flinched. I
couldn't understand the look in that mysterious gray gaze, nor the reaction
he’d had. I was only glad he didn't push me away, because, at that moment, he
felt so far away from me; from us and from this room altogether.

I didn't speak, just pushed against him,
and placed my head in the crook of his neck. He didn't say a word for a long time,
but at some point, he squeezed me in his arms, and pressed his lips to my
forehead.

"We won't do that again, baby."

He announced his voice somewhat mournful,
as if he was in pain.

What the Hell?

I was taken aback by the statement. I
couldn't understand it. Did I gave him the impression that I didn't like it,
because as disturbing as it was, I did more than like it?

"Why?" My voice came out small.
I was puzzled.

He breathed out then looked at me, his
gaze serious and intense.

"Because that isn't how it's supposed
to be between us."

He explained

Now I was lost.

"I don't get it. How is it supposed
to be?"

"It's supposed to be intimate,
tender, and sensual. Just like you."

I was at a complete loss. His words were
so truthful.

What we’d just done might not be smooth to
tender as he said, but it was intimate, sensual and way more intense.

"This was violent."

He was frowning, his eyes dark.

"Did it hurt you?"

You have to be kidding me!

"Did it look like I was?"

My tone was sarcastic, because the guy was
either completely insane, or a complete idiot.

"Just answer my fucking question
Clea!"

Landon urged; his voice angry. His jaw
tightened.

"No it didn't."

I was frustrated.

"Well it did... It's weird really,
but I liked how it felt."

I conceded.

He just nodded and put his head back on
the pillow. He seemed puzzled by my admission, as I was too.

Really what was that?

I wasn't going to lose my day thinking
about it, I'll put it to rest and think about it later.

"Are you hungry?"

He sounded less unsettled.

"Famished!" I admitted.

Last night and this morning, I was in
serious need of a sugar boost and coffee.

We took a shower and I slipped into my
yoga pants and tank top.

We got downstairs; the smell of coffee and
pancakes was filling the air. It was probably Alison, he had said she'd be
there in the morning, but she was nowhere to be seen. I looked at the clock and
noticed it was eleven.

How long did we sleep? And how long have
we been upstairs. Landon went straight to check his phone, and I decided to do
the same.

I had several calls, from my mom and a
message from Jude checking on me. I answered my friend's text to reassure him
on my slightly-more-than-well-being and called my Mom. She had a tendency to
freak out every time I don't pick up or call in the following hour.

She answered after the first ring.

"Bonjour ma Chérie."

She seemed in a good mood, which was good.
She was really sad when I left, heartbreaking.

"Bonjour Maman."

"How are you darling?"

"I'm good mom, you? Is everything
okay?"

I knew from her tone that despite her
cheerful mood, she had something to say; something that worried her.

"You know me so well mon bébé. But
it's not the time for any serious talk, other than the reason you are in
Chicago right now."

She was an impatient woman. She must have
called Jenna or Jude.

"It's a long story Mom, why don't you
tell me yours instead."

I offered to change the subject. I wasn't
about to explain anything with Landon standing three feet away.

"Well, since neither of us are going
to speak on the phone, we'll do it face to face. Next week."

Okay, I was definitely worried.

"I've been gone for only two weeks
mom. What's going on?"

"Oh stop it darling, everything is
fine, I want to come spend my daughter's birthday with her, is there any objection?"

"Oh mom you don't have to, I'd rather
you spend Christmas with us."

"I won't be able to this year, I'll
tell you about it next week, don't buy new clothes, I have the perfect dress
for you, you're going to love it."  

"You know you didn't have to mom, I
haven't been through everything you got me."

"Nonsense, anyway I have to go. I'll
email you my flight details during the week, see you next Friday baby."

"Okay Mom, take care, Love you"

I
couldn't figure what was going on with my mother, and I knew it would be eating
at me the whole week. I did know my mother all too well; she had something
important to tell me, that much was clear. But since I couldn't decipher her
mood or tone, I wasn't able to figure out whether it was something good, or bad.