Page 37 of Burn Me Down

“Fuck, I want to do that again,” Derek said as he released my ankles and licked his lips. I shivered at the dark look in his eyes. I held my hand out to him, my arm shaking from the powerful release.

Derek looked away from my face. “I’ve never been with anyone before,” he said so quietly that I didn’t think I heard him correctly.

“What?”

His chest heaved as he took a deep breath. “I was locked up at seventeen.” He pointed to his face. “This was done when I was eleven. No one wanted to date this. I thought I had met someone who didn’t care, but I was wrong. It was all bullshit, and we never got that far. Another mark on the loser board.”

Anger had me on my feet, my hands balled into fists. I grabbed his chin and loved the look of surprise in his eyes. “Don’t. I won’t stand for you putting yourself down like that. No more. From this moment on, you don’t call yourself a loser or a monster or anything negative. I don’t see you that way. I never will, and I refuse to let you go on, thinking you are anything but incredible.” He licked his lips. “I mean it. Now say fucking yes Ma’am.”

He gripped my hips, and I bit back a sigh until he repeated what I said.

“Fucking, yes Ma’am.”

“Good, now get your jeans off. We will make this the best first experience you’ve ever had. Oh, and for the record, regardless of the reason, I love that it feels like you waited for me. Makes me feel really special.” The corner of his mouth curled up.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he said, pulling me closer and kissing me.

“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

DEREK

This didn’t feel real. Good things didn’t happen to me, and someone like Beck was way too good for me. The firmness in her eyes a moment ago was wiped away, leaving behind the softer side of her personality. I was realizing that I fucking loved everything about her. It hurt to wonder who I would’ve become if I’d met Beck before the night of the fires changed my life forever. Would I have ended up on the same destructive path of revenge, or would I have escaped the pain and suffering with Asher and grown up to be a different person?

There was no going back in time, so there was no point lingering on all the possible scenarios. I smoothed Beck’s hair back, which was as wild and carefree as the woman before me.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” she said, and I smiled.

“I’m not nervous. I’m terrified,” I teased, and she bit her lip, making my cock beg for release.

“Should I be asking if I scare you?” Beck smiled, her hands going to the button on my jeans, and this time I didn’t move away.

“You do.”

“Seems unusual for the kidnapper to be scared of the captive,” she said as she kissed my lips and got down on her knees. I sucked in a ragged breath as she stared up at me and slowly lowered the zipper.

“The misconception of someone like me is that we don’t fear anything, but I fear a great many things.”

“Like what?”

“Like being locked up again. I fear losing my mind completely to the voices that plague me.” Her hands stopped moving as she looked up into my eyes. “Most of all, I fear I will never be the man who deserves someone like you. You may see me differently, but it doesn’t change the things I have done. I can’t erase the past, and my future is murky. I don’t even deserve this moment with you, but I want it more than I want to take my next breath.” I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

“How about from now on, you let me decide what you’re worthy of when it comes to me?” With a tug, my jeans pulled down over my hips, and I shivered as the cooler air of the room hit my cock. “Holy shit,” Beck said, her eyes wide.

“What?” I looked down to see what she was staring at.

Reaching out, Beck ran her finger down the silver balls of the intense piercing. “Have you seen the size of yourself? I’ve never even seen a Jacob’s ladder in person, but I know ten rods is a lot, and it barely covers half of you.” She licked her lips.

“Oh…um…yeah, I like the feel of it, I’m sorry.”

“No, this is not a bad thing,” she said.

Beck wiggled on the bed, and I smirked as I moved my hips, and she watched my cock. I dropped the rest of my clothing and loved the heated stare from Beck. It made her eyes look like a swirling storm. If this was what it felt like to be desired, I never wanted it to end.

I stepped up to the edge of the bed, and Beck wrapped her hands around my dick. The pleasure almost brought me to my knees.

“Shit, there is no way I’m getting this down my throat,” she said, and before I could tell her that it was fine and I didn’t care, she sucked the head into her mouth, wiping all logical thoughts from my brain.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I groaned as her cheeks hollowed out. She turned her eyes up to me, and I fisted her long hair, moving it out of my view. “Touch yourself,” I said, and I shuddered as I watched her slip a hand between her legs. She moaned, and the vibrations traveled down my shaft. Everything was so intense and felt incredible. Her tongue worked magic as she played with the silver bars, sending waves of pleasure shooting up and down my length.