The sun has set outside the warehouse, and the last hints of sunlight are quickly fading. It's obvious we don't have any time left to practice my newfound powers tonight.

Kieran's fingertips trail lightly up and down from the curve of my hip down to my thigh. He sucks in his lower lip and drags his eyes down my body.

"It's getting dark," I say, my voice softer and more breathy than I intended.

"I can fix that," he says with a playful smirk. He holds his palm out to the side, his fingers bent just slightly at the knuckles. In an instant, a tiny fireball forms before flicking to life with a low woosh of air. The bright orange flame casts its warm light around us, leaving the edges of the space in relative darkness.

"I still haven't figured out that trick yet," I say, looking down at the flame fluttering in his hand.

"Don't be such an overachiever," he teases. "You'll get there. Just give it time."

I watch with curiosity, realizing that there doesn't seem to be much heat radiating from the fire.

"Does it burn you?" I reach closer to the flame, allowing my fingers to come within an inch of it.

"Nope. I think I'm immune. In theory, you should be too. Does it feel hot to you?"

"No." I shake my head, dipping my fingers just low enough to be licked by the fire. I feel the air moving around it, but the temperature doesn't change. "It feels like... nothing. Just air."

"You want to hold it?" He raises his brow and lifts his hand slightly.

Do I want to hold a foot-tall flame in my palm? It's really just another way of asking if I want to light my hand on fire. A year ago, my answer would have been an easy, surefire hell no. It's not like I'm particularly afraid of fire, but I have what I've always considered a healthy inclination not to touch things that might fry my skin off.

"What if it burns me?"

"Then just pass it back to me," he says. He takes a step back and lobs the flame in the air before catching it again. "See? No harm in it."

After passing my fingers through it a few times without incident, I decide it's worth a try. I reluctantly open my hand for Kieran to pass it on. He steadies my hand by cupping his other hand beneath it, then pours the flame into my palm like a liquid.

My muscles tense as I do my best to fight my natural instinct to jump away. There's no heat, but the flame dims slightly and flickers.

"See? You got it." Kieran steps back with a smile and puts his hands on his hips. "Is it weird that I find this incredibly sexy?"

"First you like it when I stab you and now you're getting turned on by fire? I think you're a masochist."

"Hey, I'm not saying I want you to hurt me or anything, I'm jus-" He pauses and licks his lips again, his gaze darting between my eyes and the flame. "Actually, scratch that. If you want to hurt me, you can hurt me, baby."

His eyes are two deep black voids as he steps forward. A shiver travels up my spine and a bright yellow flash fills my vision. In an instant, the fire in my hand has doubled in size. I immediately do the only thing I can think of—I throw it to the ground.

Kieran's eyebrows jump and he pulls me to the side as the floor ignites in flame.

"Oh shit!!" I curse, wracking my brain for the next steps.

I just lit a building on fire. They don't tell you how to deal with that in school. Stop, drop, and roll isn't really going to cover this one.

"It's fine, relax," Kieran says. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his chin on my shoulder as he directs my attention to the fire. "It's probably a bit of leftover gasoline from the garage. Look, it's already going out."

Sure enough, the pool of flames begins to subside, leaving a scorched mark on the concrete below.

"Fuck," I say, my heart pounding as the room dims again. "I think that's enough playing with fire for today. I don't want to give myself a heart attack."

Kieran presses his lips to my neck with a soft hum.

"Are you sure about that? Because I can think of some really good ways to get that heart pumping, gorgeous."

His hands trail down my abdomen and land at the dimples of my hips. He digs his fingers into my flesh while he kisses the spot just behind my ear. I can't help but fall back into his hard chest, my body heavy with exhaustion and adrenaline.

He reaches down further, stroking my core through my leggings.

"You know, I think I deserve a medal," he says softly into my ear as he continues to build the friction between my legs.

"Wha- what?"

"Watching you all day in these tight little pants and this shirt..." He slides his other hand up to my breast, grabbing a handful. "I haven't even tried to rip them off once. I've been so good."

He lightly bites my shoulder and I lose my footing for a moment. He chuckles and turns me to face him. I can hardly make out his outline in the dark, but I can see just enough to know that he's lowering to his knees.

"What are y-" I'm cut off by the sensation of his mouth between my legs, humming against the fabric and sending vibrations through me as he grips my ass in both hands. The connection between my mouth and my brain seems severed, since all that comes out is a stream of incoherent moans and whimpers.

"Are these some sort of fancy designer pants?" he asks. Before I can reply, he drags his flat tongue slowly up along the seam. My hips buck against him and I take in a staggered breath.

"N- no... wh-"

I feel the fabric tear down the center and I can't help but giggle.

"Good," he says. "They're in my way."

With a swift motion, he pushes my panties to the side and thrusts his tongue inside me. He starts to lick and suck at my clit like a man starved. My head feels light and my knees start to buckle at the sensation.

"Do you need to sit down, baby?" he asks.

"Ye- yeah," I say, panting.

He quickly scoops me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. His erection is solid steel against my core and I can't help but rock against it as he walks us out.

"Fuck, girl, are you trying to make me wipe out before we make it to the car?" he teases, his pace quickening as his hands dig into my rear.

It's still light enough to see outside, but there's a blue cast over everything as the sky darkens. We reach the truck but Kieran walks right past the door.

"Wha- Where are you going?"

"I'm getting you a spot to sit down," he says. He reaches an arm behind me and grabs something at the back of his truck, then lowers the tailgate and sits me down on its edge.

He runs to the front and grabs a blanket from the cab, then lays it down on the bed of the truck.

"And I couldn't just sit in the front?" I ask.

"There's not enough room up front to do everything I want to do to you right now." He hops up into the truck with ease and lays down on the blanket with a wide smile on his face.

"Ah, I see why you have a truck now," I tease.

He shakes his head and furrows his brow.

"No way, doll. I don't fuck anyone in this truck. Only you—right now. Now get up here and let me finish what I started."

I crawl over to him and straddle his hips, but he loops his hand behind my knees and tugs me forward so that my thighs are at his chest.

"What are you up to?" I ask.

"Put those beautiful legs on either side of my head. I told you I was gonna give you a spot to sit, and I'm giving you one. Ride my face, babydoll."

I'm too high on the sexual heat between us to do anything but follow his request, so I move my knees over his shoulders. He grabs my ass and tugs me down onto him, his lips pressed hard against my skin as his tongue flicks my clit at a ravenous pace. He growls hungrily as I grind into him, my body unable to do anything but seek more of the sensation. His every motion is perfectly timed to send me further into ecstasy.

The man may be a demon, but at this—he's a god.

I feel the coil tightening in my abdomen, my movements becoming jagged as I prop my hands against the cab of his truck. My breath hitches and I shudder, screaming as I reach my peak. My vision sparkles and pleasure shoots through my every nerve as I collapse to the side.

After I have a moment to recover, Kieran repositions himself so that he's kneeling between my legs. He unzips his pants and pulls them down just enough to get his cock out.

"I swear to god, I'll never get enough of you, Red," he says breathily. "You're fucking everything."

My heart flutters at his comment. This man is always bouncing back and forth between saying the sweetest and filthiest things, and I'm never truly ready for either.

He pushes my panties and ripped leggings aside, then sinks into me with a deep groan. He slowly increases the pace and the truck rocks and creaks with every motion.

Just as I feel another orgasm building, Kieran freezes and covers my mouth with his palm.

"Shhh," he whispers into my ear.

I hear the telltale thunk of a car door closing and two low voices murmuring in the distance. My eyes shoot wide, realizing that we're no longer alone.

"It's probably just some teenagers fuckin' around," one of the voices says. From the sounds of their footsteps, they seem to be heading into the warehouse.

Kieran pulls his hips back, but then slowly slides in again. I bite back a moan and give him a scolding look. His expression shows no shame; if anything he looks proud of himself.

With slow, deliberate movements, he thrusts in and out, his just enough to prevent the truck from rocking. He smirks, still holding a hand over my mouth, and I might hate him for it if it didn't feel so fucking good. His pace is torturous, but the added thrill of possibly getting caught has my orgasm building nonetheless.

"I'm betting the lights they saw were from someone driving by," one of the strangers says. The voice sounds slightly closer, which has me on high alert, but Kieran doesn't stop. He continues, and I feel every inch of him as he fills me to the hilt.

"What about that red truck?" someone asks.

We both freeze for a moment, Kieran's eyes darting to the side.

"Just a junker," the other responds. "This place used to be an auto shop. They left a lot of trash around here."

I snicker softly against his palm and he gives me a chiding look. He quickly bucks his hips, burying himself into me and making me yelp with surprise. His hand muffles the sound and he smirks down at me.

He begins to move again, the friction building just enough to push me to the edge. Kieran bites his lower lip and his brows pinch together, struggling to fight back his own climax.

"Better keep quiet," he whispers. I feel his lips curl into a grin against my ear. "You don't want them coming over here to see what I'm doing to you, do you? Or is that exactly what you want?"

Kieran's thrusts become fast and erratic as he kisses my neck and mumbles dirty things into my skin. A few small whimpers escape my lips and my body shakes with pleasure.

"Do you want them to know you're over here getting fucked so good, huh babygirl? Is that why you're moaning so loud? You want them to know you're mine?"

His words are the push I need, and my orgasm begins to unravel with wave after wave of pleasure. I can't help but moan against his hand, even biting the flesh as I writhe beneath him. His movements lose rhythm as his own orgasm rips through him, collapsing into me with a satisfied growl.

"Shhhh!" I scold, worried that he has just alerted the strangers to our presence.

He props himself up and gives me a self-satisfied smirk.

"Don't worry, Red," he says with a laugh. "I heard them drive away ages ago." 

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