Demon Fire

The blue flame licked across her skin like demon fire. As quickly as it was there it was gone. The only remembrance, a slight burn. The flame was not nearly as hot as her lust for her captor. No other could ignite her inner fire like he could. Just a caress of his breath against her flesh sent shivers coursing though her core.
With his hands he painted his mark across her body once again. A flick of the lighter and the ethereal flame sprang to life, dancing to a tune only it heard, ghostly in its beauty. A swipe of his hand and it was gone. Her captor had the power over flame, over flesh, over soul.
He lit his fingers tips and she watched the fire dance in his eyes as a wicked smile began to cross his lips. One by one, he put each finger to those lips and extinguished the flame as if taking the fire into himself. As the last light went out, he leaned down and kissed her hard.