Rage

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Raine

H uxley’s hands roam across my body with a deliberate slowness, igniting a craving that I had never previously acknowledged was simmering beneath the surface. Each brush of his fingers feels like a feather-light touch that ignites my nerve endings, awakening a wildfire of sensations in me.

With a sudden, overwhelming surge of need, I pull him closer, my heart racing like a stampede. My fingers thread through the luxurious dark strands of his hair, pulling him into me hungrily, as if I could consume him entirely. His hand trails down the curve of my side, stopping just above my breast, causing me to gasp as his thumb grazes my nipple.

A soft moan slips from my lips, involuntarily escaping as I feel the heat pool between my thighs. “God, Raine,” Huxley groans, his breath warm against my neck, sending shivers racing through me. I arch into his touch, craving more, desperate for the feeling of his body against mine.

“What are you doing to me?” I breathe, and the thrill of my own voice surprises me. His eyes darken, an ocean of burning need that threatens to drown us both.

“Fuck, Raine, you’re stunning,” he growls fervently, almost feral in his desire. A moment of hesitation grips me, my instincts trying to force my arms to cover myself, the cruel echoes of my father's words flooding my mind.

“Don’t hide from me, Firefly,” he commands, his voice low and demanding, igniting something within me that screams to let go. There’s something about the way he looks at me, as if deciphering a puzzle only he can solve, that makes me want to slowly uncover every curve, every secret.

His mouth descends on my chest, nipping at my skin, hot and teasing as he travels down, licking and drawing soft moans from deep within me. The mixture of pleasure and anticipation wraps around my mind like vines in a dense forest, drawing me deeper into this moment.

“Huxley,” I gasp, surrendering to this reckless abandonment of desire. I’m teetering on the edge, no longer caring about the world outside; only he exists now, his heat wrapping around me like a blanket.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Raine. I’m going to make you come until you can’t think straight. And then I’m going to do it again and again,” he promises, each word a brewing storm of intensity that tightens my resolve. I cling to this pleasure, letting it drown out every rational thought that comes crashing in, each wave pulling me deeper towards him.

“Please, Huxley,” I plead, desperation spilling from my voice. I feel my body responding, bowing to his every command, the thrill of submission consuming me whole.

“Tell me who made this pussy so wet? Do you like being at my mercy? Does fucking an older, experienced man turn you on, Firefly?”

His words send shockwaves through me, and despite the embarrassment, I reply without hesitation, “Yes.” I bite my lip, holding back the moan threatening to escape as he pushes his fingers deep inside me. He pumps them slowly, unleashing waves of pleasure that crash over my defenses, unraveling me completely.

"Do you like that, Firefly? Tell me," he demands, his voice thick with lust, and I nod without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he purrs, satisfaction dripping from his voice like honey, stoking the inferno building within me. He yanks off my jeans with a possessiveness that sends a bolt of electricity through my core.

“Such a perfect little cunt. This is mine now, do you understand? Every fucking inch of this,” he growls, his voice deep with lust.

As his fingers delve deeper into my slick warmth, he traces circles around my clit, teasingly slow, driving me to the brink of madness. My breath hitches as I writhe beneath him, desperate for more.

“Please, Huxley, I need more,” I beg, my voice thick with yearning, echoing the primal desire surging through me.

“Such a beautiful response,” he murmurs, his fingers moving agonizingly slow, sending me over the edge into ecstasy. I twitch and shudder, my climax washing over me like a wave crashing onto the shore.

“You’re going to come again for me, Raine. Then you’re going to take this fat cock inside your tight little cunt,” he promises, and his words send me spiraling anew. I tumble over the edge, my climax washing over me, waves of ecstasy crashing against my senses. I cry out, my body shuddering as Huxley’s fingers continue to pump inside me, mercilessly drawing out my orgasm until I'm gasping and spent.

Huxley leans down to capture my lips, feeling the softness transform into something deeper—an urgent, primal need that wraps around us like a consuming fire, burning away my hesitation. He moves with a possessive urgency, a promise of what’s to come.

“Such a good little girl,” he praises against my lips, and I can’t help but melt under the heat of his voice, a shiver racing up and down my spine. I never imagined I would crave such words, and yet here I am, consumed by my desire for this sexy man hovering above me.

With deliberate precision, Huxley coats himself in my slickness, and I can’t help but gulp at the sight in fascination. My mind wrestles the reality of it all; there’s no way that he’s going to fit inside me. Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do you,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire, a low growl that makes my insides clench in anticipation. I watch as he grips his thick shaft, his movements deliberate and slow, causing my breath to hitch in a mix of awe and trepidation. “This is what you do to me, Raine. This is what you make me feel.”

I bite my lip, humiliation rising as a blush creeps up my cheeks when the truth of my inexperience flashes through my mind. I don’t want to reveal that I’m a virgin; it’s a declaration I can’t bear to make. He lifts my chin with his long, calloused finger, forcing me to meet the intensity of his smoldering gaze.

“Raine,” he warns, his voice thick with authority and need, “keep those sexy eyes on me, baby.” I don’t form a response before he dives in, his cock sliding into my wetness with a ferocity that pushes me backward. My body shudders as I let out a strangled cry, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as I feel like I’m being torn apart.

“Oh, f-uck!” I whimper, my legs trembling in protest as I attempt to adjust to him filling every inch of me while I try to hold back the despair of my own weakness. Never show your weakness, Rainebow. Why my father’s haunting words would choose this time to present themselves, I’ll never know.

“You were a—” his voice falters, eyes flickering to the satin sheets beneath me, stained bright with crimson. A wave of embarrassment crashes through me, a sea swelling inside my throat wanting to reject whatever he’s thinking.

I can’t bear to see the disgust I’m sure will mar his face, but a part of me craves him too much to care at this moment.

His hands cup my face as his thumbs wipe away the fallen tears. “Hey, look at me, baby,” he whispers, his tone more gentle than I’ve ever heard it.

In that moment, all my fears melt under the warmth of his tenderness, my heart pounding with reckless abandon.

“I’m here,” he whispers, and I feel a rush of safety emanate from him, the soothing balm to my burning soul.

Huxley holds my gaze, his confidence igniting something fierce within me. "We’ll take it slow. Just breathe for me. Allow yourself to feel."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak as the initial pain quickly gives way to a wave of pleasure that washes over me. Huxley holds still, allowing me to adjust, to adapt to the overwhelming sensations flooding my body.

“You saved this sweet little pussy for me?” he asks, his voice teasing, a playful edge sharpening his words. It is as if he is challenging me, his dark eyes shimmering with raw mischief and insatiable hunger.

I nod, my throat dry, my thoughts swirling as I succumb to the heated moment. Huxley is a force of nature, pulling me in closer with nothing but the gravity of his presence. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, beckoning me to surrender.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, the words coating me in warmth and a sense of security I didn’t expect. His hands, warm and exploring, roam my body as I lean against him. The softness of his touch ignites every inch of my skin, setting me ablaze with longing.

“You’re so fucking tight, Firefly,” he growls, his voice strained with barely concealed need. “Please tell me I can move, baby,” he begs, as my body begins craving more, the ache inside me igniting into flames. I nod, giving him all the assurance he needs.

With a primal growl, he begins to thrust, starting slowly but quickly losing himself in our rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, igniting my senses completely.

With each thrust, he fills me completely, claiming me as he promised. I can’t hold back the cries of pleasure spilling from my lips, each sound culminating in pure ecstasy.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts, sweat glistening on his forehead as he watches me writhe beneath him, arching into him, matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yes, Huxley, please,” I cry out, the building pleasure becoming a crescendo, threatening to consume me whole. He trails his hand between us to pinch my clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

“I’m going to claim this perfect cunt as mine,” he vows between gritted teeth, gripping my hips and driving into me harder, the intensity rising dramatically with each thrust. The pain from his fingers mixes beautifully with the pleasure to create this electric current within me.

“Trust me,” he demands as he wraps his hand around my throat tightly. Fear quickly morphs into something else entirely. I should be fucking terrified but for some reason I trust the bastard. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes is my undoing.

"Come for me, Firefly. Come all over my cock," he commands, and my body obeys, shattering into a million exquisite pieces.

A silent scream falls from my lips, as my muscles spasm around him, washing over me in waves of pure ecstasy.

His mouth finds mine in a fervent kiss, capturing my gasps and turning them into whispers of need. He cradles my face, fingers dancing against my skin as he deepens the kiss, adding a gentle urgency that pulls me deeper into him.

“You’re perfect, Raine,” he murmurs against my lips, a promise laced with the heavy weight of desire.

Huxley thrusts a few more times, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me completely with his seed. He collapses on top of me as if the sheer force of our passion has driven the breath from his body.

As we lay tangled together, gasping for air, a sense of serenity fills the air around us. My heart races, but this time it is from joy, as Huxley presses a gentle kiss against my temple, whispering softly, “You’re mine now, Firefly.”

“Yes,” I agree as he nuzzles into my neck.

“You took me so well, baby,” he purrs, licking along my neck.

The world outside fades, drowned in the intensity of my desire for Huxley, the intoxicating mix of danger and pleasure that promises to consume me whole. I surrender to the fire within, letting it scorch our boundaries, leaving only ashes of caution in its wake.