The hands kneading my flesh into submission are strong, yet gentle. Rough yet tender. His talented fingers dig deep into my naked flesh applying the perfect amount of pressure, bending me to his will.
“Undress for me.”
Her body was my greatest damnation.
I craved her and the way she came alive beneath my fingers. The way she’d let me force my will upon her tender flesh, so breakable and trusting—open to all I could teach her.
“I hate that I love you.”
Ignite (Bonus Scenes:
Camden’s First Game.
How Camden Deals With The Inevitable.
Camden’s Special Gift.
I didn’t like it.
How the fuck was I supposed to sleep while she traveled with her team up to Central Florida for an away game? The team was set to play the Gators next week and would stay through the weekend; three entire days without her warmth.
Those sweet smiles in the morning that always led to my devouring every inch of her tight body. To hearing her tiny whimpers of pleasure that always caused my heart to speed up. My Gatita’s touch rendered me her slave, and I fucking enjoyed every second under her control.
And now, I’d be without for a few days.
“Motherfuck.” I ran an agitated hand through my hair and tugged.
“What’s wrong?” Amanda wrapped her arms around me from behind. Her chin nestled between my shoulder blades in between soft kisses. “Was Dad pissed about my moving in? You told him, right?”
“No, but he knows.” I shrugged and turned around in her embrace to face her. “Told me as much the night of your game.”
Her brow rose and her adorable nose scrunched up. “You scared? If you can’t handle him…”
Palming her fleshy rear, I squeezed hard, causing her to squeak. “Repeat that?” Her mouth quirked up at the corner a second before her lips parted, but before she could utter a single syllable, I tossed her over my shoulder.
“Camden!” She giggled, her tiny fists pounding against my back. My naughty little Gatita. “What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you my fear.” The hand not holding her thighs in place spanked her. Once. Twice. Alternating between each cheek and all the while she squirmed in my hold. “See how I’m shaking?”
“Quit laughing, you jerk.” Her mock stern voice only caused me to laugh harder. Amanda was tussled a bit from my laughter and yelped. I had to hold myself up with one arm against the wall just outside my bedroom so that I wouldn’t drop her.
This was so us.
We had a bond that defied the norm.
Laughing at the most inappropriate moments, like the one we were just having, when I was attempting to show her my “fear.”
“I swear to God, Camden…if you drop me, I’m kicking your ass.” One of her slim hands dipped beneath the edge of my jeans and squeezed. A shiver ran down the center of my back at the feel of her touch.
“Can I fuck you instead of the ass kicking?” I groaned out; the woman was killing me. Digging her nails in, she pushed my hips forward against the wall. Shamelessly I rubbed against the surface once for relief. “Make you come on my tongue.”
“Fuck,” she whimpered low. “Please, baby. Take me to our bed and make me yours.”
I kicked our bedroom door open and entered. Tossing her up on the all-white duvet, I admired the way her breasts bounced and a sassy smile curved upon her lip. My Gatita wanted to play.
“Clothes off and ass up,” I growled out while pushing my pants down past my dick. Swollen and red, my cock bounced back and slapped against my lower abs. Those gorgeous eyes of her followed the movement with undisguised hunger. “You have thirty seconds before I put you over my knee. Move.”
“And if I don’t?” Amanda taunted, her slim fingers toying with the edge of her shirt.
“Then I walk out and find something else to eat.” Without another word, my Gatita bared herself to me and assumed my favorite position; one where I could slide beneath her and savor her taste on my tongue. “So eager.”
“Shut the fuck up and come eat.”
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.