Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
GRAY
“ G ray!” the feminine voice screeches and I roll my eyes, halting to a stop. I turn around only for her to grab onto my hand, batting her eyelashes at me.
Kylie is absolutely gorgeous, but she's not my type. Only Raven has me in a chokehold. No other woman does. And somehow, every volunteer at Atlantic seems to know that already except for Kylie. I think she does too but she has refused to accept it.
“I heard you telling Ana that you are heading to the supply room to gather some supplies. I can come with you if you want. You don't even have to do the heavy lifting. All you need to do is to bring your gorgeous self with me.” She smirks, staring at me beneath her lashes before her palm reaches to stop on my chest.
“That won't be necessary.” I evade her touch, faking a smile. Her smile falls, frustrations flashing through her eyes. “You should really stop trying hard, Kylie. I'm not interested in you.” I pull my hand out of her grip in a grimace.
I don't wait to see how red she is with fury before turning around. I have barely taken a few steps when I sight Raven beside the rabbits’ section. For once, she doesn't have that glint in her eyes or the signature soft smile that's always reserved for me.
Her eyes are cold, distant and empty. She stares at me before she pushes herself off the iron bars to approach me. I don't need a soothsayer to tell me that she saw what just happened with Kylie and me. And obviously, she jumped into conclusion.
Maybe some other time, I'd have had fun relishing in the fact that she's just as crazy about me as I'm crazy about her. But right now, all I care about is proving her wrong.
“Hey, you want to come with me to the supply room to pick up some supplies?” I ask her, rubbing my nape.
Raven nods her head in agreement but doesn't respond. My gut clenches with ache, and when she whirls around, marching off before me, I know, without a doubt, that I want to fix things between us.
As we take the turn to the more quiet hallway, approaching the last room, the tension between us boils to its peak, pooling anxiety and uncertainty in my guts.
She practically kicks the door open like she has a beef with it, and without asking me, she grabs a basket and starts throwing in anything she can lay her hands on. Things that I don't even need.
I exhale, approaching her. “Raven…it's not what you think it is.”
“Not what I think it is?” she scoffs, looking up to face me with blazing eyes.
“Yes—”
“She was touching you!” she yells at me, pushing the basket aside. “She was touching you and you let her. Do you know how that made me feel? Kylie is the biggest bitch I have ever met, but she doesn't intimidate me. However, I'm not going to stand by and compete for your attention with her. I'm not doing that. So, you two go ahead and do your thing.” Her eyes blur with tears that she fights to hide as she looks away from me.
Those tears stab in the guts, clenching my muscles with frustration.
“I don't even know why I'm crying. It shouldn't be any of my business. It's not like you are my boyfriend or something.” She says bitterly, looking down at her basket.
That's all it takes for me to stride towards her. I close the distance between us, hesitantly reaching for her upper arm so that she can meet my gaze. Her misty eyes glint with frustration—not just frustration from what just happened, but frustration from wanting me.
Fuck.
“Do you really not see it?” I whisper, squinting my eyes at her.
I should stop and not say anything again, but I'm tired of bottling up how I truly feel. Tomorrow is our last day here, and I'll be damned if I let her walk away without telling her how I feel.
“See what?” she asks, her fluttering lashes sticking to her face because of their wetness.
“The control you have over me. I can't want anyone else, Raven. I don't even want to. You are everything I want. Heck, I have known it since I laid my eyes on you.” I grab her palm, guiding it to my raging heartbeat. “This…this is all you. It's all yours. I'm all yours and I'm not going anywhere.”
There. I got it off my chest.
Her eyes widen, thick with surprise. I bring my fingers to her face, wiping off her tears and the slightest contact sends a zap of electricity through me.
“Are you sure?” she inquires, but my gaze slides to her lips that are parted slightly, begging to be claimed. “It's going to sound really selfish, but I don't want to share you, Gray. I can't do that. I'm not going to do that. You can't?—”
Damnit. I can't hold back anymore, unable to stop myself from pressing my lips against hers softly. She stiffens into the kiss, my hand still holding her forearm in place. I can feel my senses leaving me when I allow myself to drown in the taste of her lips, even when she's not kissing me back.
I release her lips, breathing heavily against her skin and pressing my forehead against hers.
“Why did you stop?” she detaches our foreheads, gazing up at me with eyes darkening with want and lust.
My cock jerks to life, straining against my pants as my muscles grow taut with desire. I brush the pad of my thumb against the exposed skin of her forearm.
“What do you want, Raven?” my voice is husky and commanding, urging her to speak her darkest desires.
“I…” She stammers, taking a deep breath. “I want you. I want you to touch me everywhere. I…I want you to make me come. I want all of you. I-I want you to fuck me, Gray.” She rasps out, her eyes fixed on me the whole time like she's trying to watch every expression that crosses my face.
Like she's expecting me to freak out and bolt out of the room because of her requests, but fuck, if it doesn't make my blood boil with desire and the need to please her.
“Damnit, Raven. Are you sure?” I ask huskily. She stands on her tiptoes, grabs me by my arm and kisses me so tenderly.
It's soft, innocent and addictive. It makes smearing her innocence more exciting.
“Fuck,” I cuss, picking her up swiftly.
Her butt lands on the edge of the iron surface, her legs parting widely in invitation. I stalk forward in predatory steps, pushing myself into the space between her legs. My breath quickens, my veins thrumming with a need that outweighs my senses.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her. She nods meekly, biting her lip.
“Good,” I hum. I look at her for approval when I grab the hem of her t-shirt, and she urges me on.
She raises her hands so that I can pull it off. I can't help the strings of cuss words that unfurl from my lips when her red lacy bra comes into view.
The material is tightly strapped against her bruiseable skin, cupping her high perky tits to perfection. I don't waste my time in unclasping it as my hunger seizes me in a flash. My breath hangs in my lungs when her tits bounce free, full aching, heavy and tipped with rosy pink nipples that are hard to a fault.
“God, you are perfect.” I whisper, in awe of how beautiful she looks topless on the counter with messy dark hair, swollen lips and begging to be taken.
Her cheeks turn rosier with a pink tint, my compliment instantly quenching insecurities building up in her eyes.
I reach for a nipple, pinching and tugging at it softly. She moans, eliciting a moan from her. My hands toy and fondle with her breasts until she's teary-eyed, frustrated and helpless before I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat.
Fuck. It fits just like I imagined.
As I massage her roaring pulse, applying a little bit of pressure on her neck, my hand disappears beneath her skirt. Her legs part wider, giving me full access to her soaked lace underwear. I groan, my heated breath meeting her skin when I lean in.
“So wet for me,” I murmur, satisfied.
“Gray, please…” She chokes out a moan, staring at me through those thick, dark, seductive lashes.
I can't hold it in any longer or deprive her anything when she begs just like that. So helpless. So desperate. So damn needy. It's a fucking turn on. I push her underwear to the side, stroking her moist folds. She jerks, arching into me. Her nipples harden against my chest even more, desperately scraping at it for more friction when I pinch her clit and plunge a finger inside her.
“Oh…fuck!”
“You like that?” I breathe.
“Yes…God, yes. I want more.” She grabs onto me, her breath turning harsh and needy like she needs my touch to survive.
“Right here?” I breathe in her head-turning scent, curling my fingers around her G-spot.
“Fuck!” she screams, burying her face into my chest.
And then, I retract my fingers, withholding her release. Her light whimper of protest fills the air before she lifts her head off my chest with hungry eyes boring into me.
“Oh…oh…God, I need to come. Please, please…” she mumbles, fisting my chest and arching into my clothed cock in a desperate need for friction.
“So greedy for me, huh?” I press a hard kiss to her lips and she moans. “If you are going to come anywhere, it'll be on my cock. Take it off.” I motion at my shirt, wanting her to undress me. Her tiny hands find the hem without delay, peeling it off me.
The sexual tension between us turns palpable. Her greedy eyes rove my chest, devouring every muscle that aches for her and needs her to breathe.
She undoes my fly as quickly as she can, my fingers leaving her throat to cup the side of her face and kiss her. The kiss is not slow this time around. It's hard, full of so much yearning and longing like we need each other to fucking survive. The moment she moans into my mouth, takes out my cock and aligns it with her dripping entrance, I aid her in the process by pushing myself into her.
Our lips instinctively break apart, an unconscious action because we want to savour what it's like to be inside each other, wrapped around each other like one. Her eyes, shimmering with emotions, lock on mine as her lips part in pleasure. I can see the conflict in her eyes about my size. It stretches her to her full capacity and her tightness pushes back by wrapping tightly around me. We fit perfectly like gloves, our heavy breaths echoing through the room.
“It's…it's too much…” she trails off, moaning.
“You can take it, baby. It's all yours. Just breathe and ease into it.” I press my forehead against her, my veins thrumming with anticipation.
Right now, it doesn't matter that we are both half naked in a supply room, buried inside each other. All that matters is how breathtaking this moment is. The sheer intimacy that lingers around it, making us know that this is no ordinary moment. It's overly special.
“I’ve got you.” That's the last thing I say to her before I pull out of her and sheath into her again.
She moans, clinging to my back. Her tightness is like a drug—it’s intoxicating, liquefying my senses and driving me nuts.
I plunge back into her again, my finger's traveling to the back of her head to fist those dark tresses in my grip. Her tits crush harder against my chest when she wraps her legs around me to demand more of what I'm offering. The fusion of our bodies deepen the intensity of my strokes and the angle allows a deep penetration.
“Oh, shit. Harder.” She requests, panting as she digs her fingers into my back.
“You are so tight. Look at you taking all of me, baby. So perfect. All made for me.” I grunt, upping my pace.
“It feels so good, Gray.” I nearly come right there as she moans my name, but my need to please her and drive her to the edge overrides what I want.
I look down at where our bodies are joined, captivated by its sheer perfection before my eyes drift to her face again. Her face reddens with arousal, but she doesn't attempt to break eye contact with me. She wants me to see how much control I have over her, how much I own her and it fucking destroys me.
The obscene slapping of skins against each other, her helpless moans and whimpers and my satisfactory grunts echo through the supply room like a sensual lullaby. Our slick bodies merge with each other, their contours perfectly arching into each other.
“You are such a good girl.” I groan, burying my face into her neck to breathe in her scent. It engulfs me and wraps around my senses like a noose as I pound into her. “Your sweet little pussy takes me so perfectly like it's made for me—fuck!” she clenches around me at my choice of dirty words.
Her palm cups the back of my head, her nails digging into my hair, scratching against the scalp in her desperate attempt to hold something. She's so tight. I can feel her stretching around me, inch by inch, thrust by thrust until she has taken all of me like the good girl she is.
Every thrust sends my world spiraling, clouding it with a haze of sex, sweat and heat.
Raven arches her body into me so that she can fuck me back at equal pace while I gripped both her hips and slammed into her without remorse. Her moans are reduced into sobs, broken squeals and whimpers as she shakes against me like a rag doll.
My hand glides up to her breasts, pinching her nipple before I enclose it around her throat.
“You'll come for me, won't you?” my back tenses as I swell up inside her.
“Fuck…yes,” she whimpers, choking back a sob.
“There's a good girl. Come for me”
Our orgasm clash, rocking through us with tremors and unfurling deep-throated sounds from us. She creams my cock with her juices and I spill into her without wasting a single drop.
My fingers are still wrapped around her throat, so I can feel the raging of her pulse. Her face is slick with sweat, strands of her hair sticking to her face, but that's not what makes me fulfilled. It's how satiated and thoroughly fucked she looks.
I plant a lingering kiss on her forehead, catching my breath in the process.
“That was…” I trail off.
“Amazing,” she completes, smiling, her eyes void of regrets. “Do you…do you regret it? Was it okay? I don't know…it's been a while—” I cut off her rambling with a deep kiss and she moans.
I cup both her cheeks, my eyes boring into hers. “It was perfect. And no, I don't regret it. Not one bit, baby girl.”