Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Huxley
“ W hat the hell–” I don’t let her finish before I slam my lips over hers, effectively shutting her bratty mouth up before she says anything else to infuriate me. Her words, sharp and laced with sarcasm, have seeped under my skin, grating on my nerves. The way she challenged me, the way she jutted her chin and crossed her arms defiantly, today of all days—has my patience running dry.
For a fleeting moment, she is completely still, shocked by my sudden move. Then, as if on cue, her defenses crumble; her delicate fingers tangle in the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as I intensify the kiss, trying to drown out the mayhem around us.
Her soft, warm body presses against mine, and I can feel the fight slipping from her; the tension in her shoulders relaxes as she surrenders to the heat radiating between us. I pull her closer, desperate to bridge the wild chasm that has grown between us in the light of our argument.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Raine," I whisper between kisses, my voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you."
“Wait! What are you doing?” she finally mumbles against my lips, breathless but caught in the moment, her body betraying her bewilderment.
“Shutting you up,” I reply, teasingly, smirking against her mouth. Then I feel her smile, just a fraction, her annoyance replaced by a spark of mischief.
"You think this will make me quiet?" she challenges, her eyes shining with playful defiance even as she presses against me, seeking more of what we have stumbled into.
I chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, bringing my forehead to hers, my gaze intense and commanding.
"You'll be anything but quiet, Raine," I growl, my voice deep and husky, "but you won't be saying a word I don't want to hear." I can feel her shiver against me, her breath hitching as I trace a path down her neck with my tongue, nipping at the sensitive skin there.
She swallows hard, her eyes widening slightly at the promise in my words. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, her breath hitching in her throat. I take advantage of her momentary stillness to scoot her up higher on the bed where I want her.
I press her down forcefully into the mattress, my body hovering over hers as I trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. She arches beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tries to pull me closer, her breath coming in soft, desperate moans. Raine lifts her hips from the bed, probably hoping I’ll give her exactly what she wants. Too bad I’m in charge.
“Someone is needy," I taunt against her skin. I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her need for release growing stronger with every passing second. Pulling off my shirt, I throw it to the floor then tear Raine’s over her head in one swift move, her eyes never leave my inked chest. Her perfect teeth sink into her bottom lip as she runs her nails along my torso. A smile plays across my lips at her unabashed stare. Her jeans are the next to go, not bothering with a verbal consent when I can already see it shining in her eyes.
I continue my deliberate assault on her senses, my lips and teeth and tongue teasing and tasting every inch of her bare skin. I can feel her body tensing, her breath hitching, as I near the apex of her thighs.
I look up at her, my gaze meeting hers, as I gently push her legs apart. She's wearing nothing but a thin pair of white lace panties, and I can see the damp spot where she's already soaking through the fabric. Her eyes are wide and pleading as she begs me to take her over the edge.
"Please," she whispers, her voice fueled by desperation. "Please, Huxley."
I smirk, my eyes shining with a blend of amusement and desire. "Please what, Firefly?" I tease. "Tell me what you want, and I might just give it to you."
Her jaw clenches, and I watch the battle play out behind those captivating eyes. She swallows hard, determination glimmering in her gaze. "Fuck you!" She hurls the words like a dagger.
A low laugh rumbles from my chest, the heat between us palpable. "Oh, little one, you will be soon enough, but I think that earned you a punishment."
Before she can retort, I flip her onto her stomach, a motion that sends a gasp escaping her lips. The sight before me is a masterpiece—the soft curve of her back leading to that perfect round ass, a tempting offering illuminated by the play of flickering flames.
Her breath catches, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. I lean down, planting teasing kisses along her spine, each touch relishing the way her body responds—how it shivers and arches at my ministrations.
"Raine," I murmur, my voice low and demanding, "you need to learn who’s in charge."
With that declaration, I deliver a not so playful swat to her ass. A sharp gasp escapes her throat, but rather than retreat, she pushes her backside higher, challenging me.
“Admit it. Tell me what I already know. Who owns this sweet pussy?” She lets out an aggravated growl.
“It’s mine, asshole,” she quips, making me chuckle. I’m thoroughly amused by her fierce spirit. Game on, my little Firefly.
“I’ll keep that in mind when I have you begging for the relief only I can give you. I’m sure you’ll be singing a different tune when I’ve got your body so wound up that you’re desperate for release,” I promise.
I kneel behind her, my fingers tracing along the delicate lace of her panties, the heat radiating from her skin nearly intoxicating. I blow cool air on her dripping cunt, her reaction immediate and full of need. She sucks in a sharp breath, her back arching instinctively, driving her closer to me.
"So, this isn’t what you wanted?" I tease, my fingers expertly working the fabric aside to reveal her glistening treasure. The response I receive is a soft, pleading moan that resonates deep within me, stirring an insatiable hunger.
“Are you all talk or—” Her words are cut off by the harsh slap of my palm meeting her ass once again—a reminder of her place. It seems Raine has more of a backbone than I thought or maybe I just bring out the beast in her.
"Shall I retrieve a ball gag? You’d be hot as fuck, lying there, taking everything I want to give you without that backtalk that seems to accompany everything you say," I suggest, letting my fingers skim the freshly reddened flesh.
She shivers under my touch, goosebumps erupting across her skin, and in a sudden burst of movement, I rip the lace of her underwear to shreds, tossing the remains behind me like confetti.
"Hey!" she screeches, her surprise fueling a rush of adrenaline through my veins. But before she can voice her frustration any further, I dive between her legs, tasting her sweetness. My tongue flicks expertly against her sensitive folds, each deliberate move eliciting gasps and moans from her that resonate in the air like a symphony of raw desire.
"You taste divine," I growl into her skin, tasting the essence of her eager arousal. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as I drink her in. Her breaths grow more erratic, each gasp matching the rhythm of my movements, and I can sense her pulse quickening.
"Huxley, please…" Raine gasps, her voice thick with need, and the bravado she wore moments ago is stripped away, leaving her vulnerable and more enticing than ever.
I can’t help but chuckle, the sound rich and deep, vibrating through her core. "Not yet, Firefly. Let’s play a little longer."
“Huxley!” she cries, a mix of annoyance and longing lacing her words, and the desperation in her voice urges me on. Each cry drives me to explore her further, to guide her closer to the edge where I know the real magic happens.
Each flick of my tongue, each deliberate kiss and caress, stokes the flames of desire between us. I want to make her feel every bit of the wild hunger I've awakened in her. Tonight, the fire will burn hotter than before, and when all is said and done, I’ll have her begging for more.
“Do you want to fly, my sweet Firefly?” I murmur against her skin, my voice thick with desire, watching as she nods fervently, the fight long gone. I have her right where I want her.
“Beg me,” I command, my voice low and dangerous as I pull back slightly, teasing her soaked cunt with my fingertips.
“Please, Huxley,” she whimpers, the need evident as she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes pleading.
“Good girl,” I praise softly, allowing my desire to mix with pride as I finally relent, pinching her clit. She yelps, then screams into the pillow, her voice a perfect melody to my ears as I thrust my fingers in and out, licking and devouring her delicious honey.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers, Raine. Swallow every inch until you’re coming all over me,” I demand, the words leaving my mouth like a growl.
She arches her back, each thrust of my fingers drawing her closer to the precipice, our bodies entwined in a dance as raw and primal as the two flames that we are.
“Let go for me,” I whisper, feeling the tension building in her body. She grabs handfuls of the sheets, desperation coating every inch of her skin. Raine’s body responds with a fury, her muscles contracting as she succumbs to the crescendo of pleasure I’ve orchestrated.
“Now, Raine!” I command, and her cries envelop me, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm, spilling warmth all over my fingers.
As she rides the waves of ecstasy, I lean down beside her, my breath mingling with hers, gasps and moans slowly fading to silence, leaving us tethered by the intimacy of that shared moment.
Raine, still recovering from the aftershocks, turns to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Is that all you’ve got?"
I chuckle, knowing that this was only the beginning of our night. "Oh, you have no idea, Firefly. This is just the warm-up, and I plan to take you higher than ever before."