A Burning Flame by Daniella Kunz (the red fox clan .TXT) 📗

around his waist drawing him nearer as I feel his bulge against my heat. I close my eyes as he licks across my collarbone.

Pulling away he straightens up, and the sound of his zipper draws my eyes open once again. His hard fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me to him. I feel the heat of his erection against my folds as he slides himself down me, positioning himself over my opening. In one swift movement he sinks into me, and I arch against him with a moan at the sudden sensation of his length filling me. He groans as he thrusts into me drawing out my own sounds of pleasure. Wrapping a hand into my hair he pulls it down, jerking my head up. “Who does this belong to?” He asks me in a rough voice as he reaches down circling my clit with his thumb.

My mind seems to make up its mind from the back and forth battle it waged earlier, settling on a conclusion. “It's yours. I’m yours.” A pleased rumble reverberates in his chest. He begins to slam into me, drawing deeper with each thrust. It's not long until I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into him as he hits a deliciously deep spot causing a zing of electricity to rush through me. Daveon tilts his head down closing his lips over mine as my release floods through me, and I cry out against his lips. After a few more thrusts he groans out, biting down on my lip as he follows me with his own releases.

Panting and sweaty, neither of us move as he holds me against him, drawing lazy circles over my back. “You know I missed you, and your back talking bitchiness.” He murmurs jokingly against the top of my head before getting serious. “You have no idea how worried I was. How insane I was going, having you here alone.”

I draw back looking up to him. “Well, you’re here now.”

“And I’m never leaving you again, darlin’.”

Daveon stays with me, holding me close as he falls asleep in my bed. A part of me feels as if I shouldn’t openly accept him so easily but I’m tired of denying what I want. I don’t want to be angry with him; I want him, I can’t deny it. If his crazy ass can figure out a way to make this work, I’ll go along with it, and if he can’t, I guess that's a little bit more time I get to spend with him.

***

Over the next couple weeks we begin to create our own routine together. Waking in the morning, he teaches me basic self-defense. We spend most of our time inside my apartment since we can’t be seen out and about together. I do make an occasional appearance here and there, shopping or getting groceries when Daveon is out doing jobs for Nico, so I don’t raise suspicion with my guards. Aside from that, we don’t leave. My guards and father are probably relieved, not having to watch me on my constant nights out anymore.

When Daveon leaves to arrange another job, I get ready to go get some groceries for us. I feel light and happy despite not having figured out exactly how to break off my engagement to Enzo. With Daveon here with me, I feel as if it doesn’t matter what happens. I will be safe.

As I finish up my shopping I ask my guards to take me back home. Along the ride, I notice we aren’t heading in the direction of my apartment. “Um, where are we going?” I sit up asking my guards in the front seat.

“Your father requested to see you. He asked us to bring you over there immediately.”

Settling back into the seat, I ponder over what my father would want and what would be so urgent he needs me to come right away. Maybe he knows about Daveon... Nerves grown in my stomach like weed. I debate whether or not to send a text to Daveon, but I decide against it. No need to worry him over what could be nothing. Pulling up to my father’s home I climb out, making my way to his office. I don’t hear anything as I lift my hand to knock lightly on the door. “Come in.”

Stepping inside, I move to stand before my father. He tips his head at me in acknowledgment. “Gianna. I appreciate you coming so quickly.”

“May I ask what this is for?” I ask, wanting to get whatever it is out in the open. He opens his mouth to speak before a voice behind me cuts him off, beating him to it.

“I requested to check in on my dearest fiancee.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as chills shoot down my spine. Whirling around, I come face to face again with Enzo. My stomach drops.

I thought Daveon was supposed to get notice when he left.

“Ahh, darling, you look surprised to see me?” He says as his signature menacing smirk twists on his lips. “Nevermind that, I come bearing gifts.” He takes a step towards me and my instincts draw me back. His grin widens further at my obvious retreat, pleasing him. Closing the distance between us he reaches down grasping my hand. I try to jerk it away, but he holds tight squeezing it uncomfortably hard in his grip. Reaching into his pocket he draws out a diamond ring, sliding it onto my finger. He stares down at it admiring the look of it on my finger. “Soon, darling, we will be married.”

I bite back the retort on my tongue, not wanting to anger my father and increase my guards or worse have them decide to give me to Enzo early. His eyes roam over me, gazing down my body slowly, making me feel violated even though he doesn’t touch me. He looks up to my father, silent behind me during the exchange. “May I ask permission