"Please, what?" He released himself, standing up and ridding himself of the fabric that still clung to his leg. In the glow of the flames, naked, proud and all there fucking was, my whole fucking world seemed to orbit around him, to dance within his hands, to start and fucking end in his eyes.

"I need you," I whimpered.

"But I'm not done," he responded, grabbing another candle. It was thicker than the first one and a large puddle of wax had melted where it had been left burning. He dipped his finger into it, showing me. His eyes ran my length, flicking back to the candle before finally meeting...