Chapter Twenty-Six
Damon .
My fingers trail up the soft skin of her legs, her muscles lax and pliable after I made her shower to rid herself of the stench of the smoke and take half an Ambien to ward off any sleepwalking episodes.
She’d closed the door to her temporary bedroom, but I’d overcome more obstacles than just a closed door to get to her. I’d done more to get to where we are.
We were at the Police department for so long, sunlight will soon do it’s best to break through the clouds of the promising storm that’s coming.
I spread her thighs, the hem of Harrington’s old FBI shirt rides up to her stomach, revealing the naked lips of her sex to me, that patch of hair trimmed to perfection. I crawled up the bed to her sleeping form, kissing her inner thighs, one and then the other, my fingers moving with me.
Her thighs move naturally for me, ready to accommodate me even in her state.
I use my thumb and index finger to spread her lips and deeply inhale her scent and rub my nose into the thatch above, licking her hidden clit, coaxing it to come out so I can suck her into my mouth.
I wiggle my tongue around her entrance, letting my saliva pool into her.
A soft moan escapes her lips and her hips slightly glide her pussy along my tongue, thighs spreading farther. “That’s it, little bird.” I whisper, continuing my gentle assault. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
I take her legs, throwing them over my forearms and position myself at her entrance, gently entering her.
A breathy sigh and at the sound of the rolling thunder overhead, her eyes roll beneath her lids, mid-way alert to the noise.
I praise her, kiss her jaw, her breasts, her chin, her lips, her temple, thrusting, ever so slowly it’s driving me mad.
It’s a feeling I love losing myself to when I’m inside of her, knowing she’ll be aching in the morning, feeling empty with the loss of me after stretching her out.
She moans my name in her sleep and I thrust, just a bit deeper, keeping an unrelenting but languid pace so I can feel everything.
The wall of her womb, her warm inner muscles gripping the head of cock, each ridge smoothly massaging my shaft, even her ambrosia collecting at the base of me.
It is the willpower to not pound into her that is the sweetest torment.
I love feeling her pussy plead for more, swallowing and squeezing me.
“Yes, Amourette, it’s me.” Her eyes open, very aware she’s in the dark.
Her breath hitches, her fear of the dark palpable.
Rain pangs against the window and I hold her closer.
“It’s okay. I’m here.” She tries to push but with each wiggle of her hips, all I am is deeper, closer, needier, hungrier. “Are you still angry with me?”
She stops fidgeting, her eyes finding mine and then she looks away.
“That’s okay. If you’re mad, we can be mad together, little bird.” I take her lips with mine, pistoning my hips, searching for her pleasure. Whether I meant crazy or angry, it doesn’t matter, nothing matters except she and I and this moment.
“Di-di-didn’t b-b-bb-believe mm-m-me.”
Although the stutter is concerning, I could cry.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I kiss her. “But you’re not good with apologies are you, Raven?
You need proof of my sincerity. Aren’t I in your room, inside of you, protecting you from the storm?
Lightning has been striking and you’ve been lost in my arms, little love. I’m here. With you. For you.”
She scoffs and I grin against her lips.
“Do you want to take it out on me instead?” I roll us over without slipping out.
She sits up, pulling off Maverick’s shirt, and I let out a winning growl.
Months ago I dreamed of having her just like this, her nails roughly clawing down my chest, taking her pleasure from me, grabbing her hips to help her because she’s still inexperienced.
That’s our fault, probably, always taking over, impatient and demanding, dominating, but this is for her.
Another flash of lightning but she’s not even paying attention.
Her head hangs back in pleasure, chestnut hair tickling my thighs.
I push her breasts together, rubbing my thumbs over her dark pink nipples, watching the tips move and harden under my touch.
I sit up with her, kissing and licking one before moving onto the other, back and forth, roving my tongue, sucking them into my mouth just to hear those little breathy moans.
Anything.
I’d do anything for those illicit little sounds she only gives to those she trusts and no matter how angry she is with me, she trusts me.
“I love you,” I groan into her chest, letting my heels find purchase, pushing up on her down, our bodies in tune with the other.
It’s too fucking good. “Raven,” her eyes find mine, and her arms go around my shoulders to balance.
“Please.” I moan, feeling that too familiar need to release.
With another strike of lightning, something takes over her, her eyes sharpen, her hand finds the nape of my neck, and she tugs my head back.
She bounces harder in my lap, no longer using her hips but her knees to balance herself, blossoming into a succubus before my eyes.
She licks along the seam of my lips and I open for her, the kiss is ravaging.
“Come, Damon.” She breaks from me as her pussy pulsates, hot, gushing.
“A little more, don’t stop.”
She cries out, and I follow, each squeeze of her tight cunt makes my eyes roll back and I shatter as her forehead tips on mine.
I let myself fall against the pillows, bringing her down with me as we pant. When she tries to move, I wrap my arms around her middle. “Not yet. Please I’ve missed you.”
I am not a man that begs, but for her, I will.
Her arm comes up, her hand on my chest, and I soothe her back, letting my fingers run circles, up and down.
“Raven…”
“Hmm? ”
“They’re probably arresting him right now.”
She nods as the door creaks open, and Jonas slips into the room. “The lightning woke me up. I came in to check on you, baby, since we didn’t get a chance to buy you your nightlight.”
“S-s-sleep light.”
Jonas smirks and lays at the foot of the bed. “Sure, sleep light.”
“Little bird, are you aware of your stuttering?”
She nods again and Jonas sits up and crawls up the bed to where we are. I sigh heavily and bring my fingers to my forehead.
“What does it mean? Is it bad?”
I shrug. “She didn’t speak for so long so we weren’t made aware of it.
She had really bad head trauma. A severe concussion.
Could be aphasia, damage to the brain’s language center, which can be helped with a speech therapist. Or it could be apraxia which…
that’s damage to the cerebellum that controls the tongue and the vocal chords. ”
Another squeak of the door and Maverick pops in. “I was making sure she was sleeping well before I headed down to make coffee if anyone would like some?”
“I’m going to sleep in. We don’t have practice when there’s lightning and my other classes are hybrid classes.” Jonas informs us. “So I’ll probably just go to the library later.”
“I’ll take a cup.” I say, doing my damnedest to have a truce but the beast really likes pushing my buttons.
“I’ll bring it up.” He nods, leaving the door slightly ajar.
“Baby, can you tell us what happened that night? I know you never told anyone, and I don’t want to push, but I think, we need to know what type of brain damage it is, so we can help you.”
Raven pushes off me and finds Maverick’s shirt and pulls it on. She sits beside me and asks if I can interpret.
I nod.
She takes a deep breath and begins. I didn’t want to talk about it because I hated remembering.
Not what happened, but who I used to be before it happened.
Trying to remember everything hurt my head.
That’s when the stuttering started. I’d get flustered and I’d give up.
So I just decided not to. Everyone wanted to interview me, I was the next great podcast episode and people were offering thousands of dollars for my story.
It was unnerving and if I’m honest, after being drugged up for so long, it was hard to tell what was real and what was fake, what was a nightmare and what was a memory sometimes.
I nod. The first few months of her being at Lorne Wood she was in constant survival mode, fighting.
My vicious little bird. I try hard not to smile at the memory of the first time I had to put her in a straight jacket nor smile at the warmth it gives me at how far she’s come. And so her story begins.
She tells us of how she was on her way to the music hall which I already know about thanks to Axel’s sessions with me.
The immense guilt he carried around. She tell us of her audition, talking to the former custodian, Lex, and him leaving her for the evening after he locked up.
How she was ambushed from behind and beaten, left for dead.
Disgust rolls through me. One tear rolls down her cheek, she wipes it away as quickly as she can before continuing.
Before they closed the door of the locker, they punched me one last time on the side of my head and then they tugged the leash so I couldn’t move or scream and locked me in, then pounded it shut with a hammer.
“Jesus Christ.” I murmur, seething.
When Lex finally found me, it had been days. And yet he’s the one who saved me.
“My sister told me that. He’s the one who found you.” Jonas says.
Raven shakes her head . No I mean… I was dying.
When they say your brain begins to replay your life, that was happening to me.
I was remembering things from my childhood, my dad, my mom, the first-time meeting Axel…
and music would be playing. He’d pull me out of my memories and I would just listen to him play.