"We are fire and gasoline. You know that right?"

"Good thing I like the heat then."

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Freya

Lust.
Desire.
Passion.

Three simple words with the same meaning:

Fucking fireworks.

She needed him closer. She needed him to fucking breathe. He tasted so damn good-his wet lips, his skin. He smelled so damn good-his breath, his hair. Euphoria shot through her whole body, every nerve on fire. Seth's touch was like a burning tingle, leaving its trace on her skin. And his firm grip around her neck, around her face-it was magnificent.

Freya had never felt either lust, desire, or passion before. But this man. This damn man.

Seth Harlow was fucking fireworks.

"Come with me," he murmured in her ear, giving her goosebumps down her neck.

His hand wrapped around her wrist, and then he dragged her with him further down into the small forest. They ran together between trees, huge rocks, and bushes. Freya let her gaze quickly scan the area-luckily, no paths.

He stopped and turned toward her. His grip on her wrist loosened, and his fingers slowly traced their way up her arm before grazing her chest and drifting down over her breast, outside her t-shirt. He was teasing her, leaving her wanting more.

His other hand moved quickly, finding its grip around her neck again, holding her firmly as his eyes bored into hers. His intensity was daring. Slowly, he licked his lips and bit his bottom lip.

Her breath hitched, and a faint sigh escaped her mouth. Every muscle tensed, and her mind was absolutely blank. All she could think about was him and his touch.

Their lips met again, and his hands were everywhere. Their heavy, loud breaths mingled together. Then he helped her remove her t-shirt, and it was then she remembered she wasn't wearing a bra. Seth's eyes burned on her breasts instantly as the faintly cold air met her bare skin, making her nipples hard.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, and both of his hands cupped her breasts.

Freya grabbed his neck again, pulling him closer. "Let me see you," she whispered and helped him drag off his t-shirt. His soft skin came into view, and her gaze locked on his upper body. Her fingers traced down his abs before moving up to his shoulders and over his defined, broad biceps. "Working out a lot, are you?" she teased, and it made him smile.

What he did next made her breath hitch. Seth knelt before her and slid her pants off, exposing her skin to the cool forest air. His lips pressed against the soft skin of her thighs, leaving a trail of tender kisses. Freya closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her hands instinctively finding his hair, her fingers tangling in the silky strands. His lips grazed over her panties, and she couldn't hold back the sharp breaths that escaped her, each one heavier and shallower than the last.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, a fire warming her body against the chill of the forest night. When Seth's fingers moved her panties to the side, and his mouth met with her clit, she was sure her heart would explode.

"Oh, shit," she groaned between ragged breaths as his tongue swirled over her, sending waves of heat through her. He was warm, wet, and relentless. Gentle yet firm. Her fingers tightened in his hair while his hands gripped her ass, pressing her groin closer to his face. He devoured her like a man starving, every movement of his tongue driving her closer to an orgasm. Euphoria threatened to overwhelm her, and the ache in her demanded release. Nothing had ever come close to this. He had her body, and now he owned it. She never wanted this feeling to end.

One of Seth's hands slid from her buttocks, his fingers finding her core, and he slipped one inside her. "You're so wet," he murmured against her, his voice a rough whisper between licks and gentle sucks. A second finger joined the first, his rhythm steady as he moved in and out, each motion driving her higher and higher.

"I'm going to come," she said between her raspy and heavy breaths. And her words only made Seth more hungry. His tongue moved fast and steady, making her orgasm build to a painful level. "Fuck me," she yelled when his tongue made her orgasm topple over her, leaving her whole body shaking.

On instinct, she grabbed his face and pulled him up to his feet. "I need you inside me now," she whispered, and their lips met again. He tasted like her pussy, and that made her only hotter. The warmth of their bodies collided, bare skin against bare skin, as they laid down on the forest floor. Some bushes poked her skin, but she didn't care. Feeling the weight of his body on her made everything else disappear. It was only them, surrendering their bodies to each other.

Maybe even her soul was his to take.

Seth kissed her everywhere-her mouth, her neck, continuing down over her breasts and along her stomach. Then he wiggled out of his pants and boxers and helped her drag off her panties. Their naked bodies in the forest felt like pure ecstasy. A drug she was completely addicted to. And that should have scared her to the core, but how could it, when it felt so damn right?

Freya wrapped her legs around his hips, and Seth let the full weight of his body rest on her. His face was so close to hers, his breath in her ear making her stomach flutter. "You make me feral," he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin and sending a jolt of electricity through her nerves.

His hand grabbed her breast, and his face moved up to hers again. "You are mine," he demanded, sucking firmly on her bottom lip before locking his gaze with hers. "Only mine."

His words made her body tense with need. She tried to pull him even closer, though it seemed impossible. "I am only yours," she whispered back, and then he pressed his cock inside her. She was so soaked that he slid right in, and it made her let out a heavy, loud moan as he filled her completely. He felt so fucking good, and his rough, demanding movements left her unable to hold back her sounds. His hand gripped the back of her neck while the other held her hip firmly. The quiet forest was filled with the rhythm of their bodies, their breathing, and their moans.

"Ah, you feel fucking amazing," he growled between his rough moans, thrusting into her harder, more feral. "I'm not going to be able to hold on long, love," he whispered, making her moans louder. She gripped his neck, their gazes locking as Seth's face twisted into a fucking sexy orgasm expression. Her lips let out one last moan as she felt him fill her with his cum. Their heavy breaths mingled as he relaxed his body, letting all of his weight rest on her. His face buried in the crook of her neck, and she pressed a kiss to his skin.

"We are fire and gasoline. You know that, right?" she whispered, her mouth brushing against his neck.

"Good thing I like the heat then," he whispered back.

A/N - Ah, finally Seth and Freya are getting hot and heavy. I just need to say that this is my very first intimate scene ever written, so bear with me :P

Again, thank you for your support and kind words. Love you all <3

Love,
Kenna.