Chapter 35
35
Sonny
I don’t know what made me ask him to stay. He’s the last person I should be finding comfort in after everything that’s happened. Every time I think I’ve got a grip back on my sanity, this man walks in and proves me wrong. When I told him to get on the floor and beg, I expected him to walk out. Raze isn’t the type of man who sinks to his knees for anyone, let alone some random woman who has likely been more trouble than she’s worth.
What happened next was so far from what I ever could have imagined. I’m still reeling from it—and how deeply it made me feel. Everything he said was so genuine and sweet. It’s like he gives me tiny glimpses into the gentle, caring man I know he can be, and those cancel out every bad thing he’s done.
Although, the more I learn, the more obvious it is that he’s not as bad as I once thought.
I mean sure, he admitted to killing two men with his bare hands, but they deserved it, didn’t they?
“Just for a little while. We don’t have to do anything but lay here.” I tack on the last part when his gaze flicks to the blanket covering my very naked lower half.
He reluctantly lies down behind me, curling his legs into mine and tucking his arm beneath my head with enough reluctance to have me mentally kicking myself for being so horrible to him. It can’t be easy navigating the constant change of moods he’s finding me in.
The hardened bulge of his erection presses against my rear, and guilt overtakes me when I realize how I’ve used him to find my own release and never considered returning the favor.
“If you keep moving like that, I’m not going to be able to keep my end of the promise.”
I reach behind to rub my palm against the front of his pants.
“Sonny,” he warns in a deep, authoritarian voice, but begins circling his hips in rhythm with my hand.
Something has taken hold of me and won’t let go. I can’t even think straight with him this close to me. Releasing my grasp of his bulge, I spin in place until I’m facing him, and then begin unzipping his pants to set him free.
When he goes to protest, my lips crash against his, silently begging him to stop. To get lost in this moment with me so we can freefall together.
He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm, slipping his tongue past mine as he grasps either side of my head and tilts it back, allowing himself more access.
I pull his erection out and wrap my fingers around it, pumping from base to tip.
“Sonny,” he groans, thrusting his hips forward to push himself further into my grasp. “I didn’t expect you to?—”
“Shh,” I cut him off, scooting myself down on the bed until I’m face-to-face with the evidence that he may not have expected this, but he definitely wants it. Flattening my tongue, I lean forward and drag it across his entire length, swirling it around the tip until he squirms. “ I want this.”
Emboldened by his physical response, I clamp my lips around his tip and slowly lower my head, taking as much of him as possible before he hits the back of my throat. Taking steady breaths through my nose, I pull back, swooping my tongue around his tip as I pass. He releases a low, guttural moan and wraps his fist around my pony tail, grabbing at it until his fingers are right against my scalp.
I lean forward again, taking even more of him into my mouth before he gently tugs on my hair, urging me back up his length. We continue the same pattern over and over, with him controlling my speed. Eventually, he forces my head forward enough that my lips meet the base of his cock, then releases me just as I start to gag.
I have no idea how he moves so fast. In a single blink, I’m being lifted off the bed and placed on top of him, my legs straddling his hips as he lies beneath me. I’m staring down at his beautiful dark eyes—which are nearly black at the moment—and that determined scowl I’ve come to associate with the best orgasms of my life.
This is the version of him that I fell for last semester. The one I couldn’t stop thinking about. The one I wish I could peel away and separate from the man who lied and threatened me.
Without hesitation, he reaches between my legs and swipes his fingers through my center, testing my readiness once again.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” he muses, sliding his now-soaked fingers against his tongue as he grabs his cock with his other hand, lines himself up with my opening, and thrusts himself inside—instantly filling me.
I suck in a breath, leaning my palms against his chest as my stomach tightens, my body struggling to accommodate all of him at once. A garbled cry escapes me as he fully seats himself, and that delicious mixture of pain and pleasure hits me.
When he’s sure I’m ready, he wraps his hands around my bottom and lifts my hips toward him, pulling himself out and once again taking control of our pace.
It’s not lost on me that this is the one time I’ve attempted to take charge of pleasuring him, and he’s completely hijacked it. This guy has serious control issues.
He repeats the movement with his hands twice before bending his knees and flattening his feet onto the mattress for leverage, then thrusting into me at a rapid pace. My shirt is pulled over my head, immediately replaced by his palms against my breasts. I lean back into his thrusts, pushing my chest forward and into his waiting mouth. Warm lips clamp onto my nipple as his fingers pinch the other. It’s as if he’s trying to make me feel everything all at once. Like he can’t decide where to focus his attention, so he’s stretching it everywhere.
Out of nowhere, shadows snake around us like inky black tendrils. I startle at first, unaware that they’re coming from him. Until I feel the caress of one against my jawline—a featherlight touch to assure me they’re safe. The next one curves along the slope of my back, descending further south until it reaches the sensitive hole behind his thrusting cock.
He wouldn’t . Would he?
My eyes widen at the proposition, meeting his questioning stare. The shadow teases me, lightly caressing the entrance—er, exit?—as he slows the speed of his thrusts to almost nothing.
“I wasn’t lying about you being mine,” he breaks the silence, his voice low. “Let me claim all of you.”
Sucking in my lower lip, I contemplate his words. Am I willing to try it? Sure. But in a fun, experimental way. Do I like the idea of him thinking he claims me if I agree?
Hell no.
As if they sense my hesitation, the shadows move again and he stills his hips altogether, awaiting an answer. I run my fingers along the inky darkness surrounding me, noting how he shivers at the touch. Has he ever been able to use these on a woman before, or is this a first for him, too?
“You’ll stop if I don’t like it?”
He leans forward, capturing my mouth into a kiss before he agrees. “Absolutely.”
I blink down at him, then nod my head once.
He wastes no time.
The dark, wispy shadows move against every part of me like gentle kisses along my skin. Raze pushes his hips up again, sending his cock back inside me at a much slower pace this time as he positions his shadows directly my other opening.
“Now, relax,” he whispers into my ear, his hands moving to palm my ass cheeks.
I try to do as he says, exhaling a breath and willing my body to release all the tension in my muscles. As I blow out, he pushes inside and I feel... everything .
It’s overwhelming and painful and pleasurable all at once. There’s a moment where I have to adjust, and it feels like he increases the size of the shadows as my body accommodates him. But once I’m fully relaxed and stretched to my max, he thrusts his cock inside of me and moves the shadows at the same time, and I nearly fall apart.
I let out a yelp that I’m sure will have someone running in here to see if I’m being killed, but I don’t have it in me to care. My fingers dig into his pecs, my face contorted into what I’m sure is a strange mix of pain and pure ecstasy.
Just as I start to feel that familiar, delicious spark of lighting up my spine, Raze wraps his hands around the back of my thighs once again, yanks himself out, and pushes me forward until I land directly against his waiting mouth. He replaces his cock and shadows with his tongue and fingers, massaging my clit at the perfect speed as I straddle his face.
With no headboard to grasp onto and steady myself, I’m forced to cling to the wall, my hands splayed against the smooth paint as he curves his forward, pressing his thumb into the same spot his shadows were just occupying, and my orgasm catches back up to me in no time.
I can’t even say stars explode behind my eyes. This climax sends me into a completely different galaxy. The world tilts off its axis. I lose all control of my very being, my body moving on its own accord as Raze wrings every ounce of pleasure from it. I cry his name out, so loud that there’s no denying what’s happening in here or who it’s happening with.
My hand clamps over my mouth as I practically sob for the second time as I come against his mouth. He said he wanted to claim me, and I’m terrified that he just did.
As I come down from the life-altering high, Raze positions me so I’m lying against his chest, his heart pounding against my ear. He grabs my shower towel and cleans his cum off his stomach with a halfhearted promise to bring me a new one, which explains why he had to move me off him so abruptly.
“I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake,” he murmurs as his brush against my sore scalp.
“What’s that?”
“I thought I was claiming you, but there’s absolutely no way I’m ever going to recover from that.”