He lights the fire slowly. Stroking the embers from the earlier blaze, his fingers almost gently working to ignite again.
How can she ?How can she come again into that fire?
Ass ablaze from the myriad of blows that turned pale flesh ruddy and mottled.
Tits on fire from the crisscrossing of stripes, clothing her in his touch.
He may think the fire has simmered to embers but she knows different.
His fire still burns across her flesh.
His need still burns within her heart.
His desires are still matched by hers.
Slowly she releases her fuel for his fire, quicksilver lighting the trail to her molten core.