Chapter 24 Raven
RAVEN
Gio is on me in an instant, kicking the door shut as he slams me against the wall. His breath is ragged, his eyes dark, wild, desperate, and possessive.
His hand finds my throat, gripping with just the right pressure as he pins me in place.
His gaze drops to my lips, drags lower over my breasts, then lifts back to meet mine.
"You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" he asks, his tone dripping with raw erotic power.
A gasp escapes me as fire courses through my body. I hook one leg around him, pulling his hips flush against mine. "Guess you'll have to teach me a lesson, then," I breathe.
His thumb rubs against my lips, and then he releases me, grabs his button-down shirt, and rips it off in one motion before tossing it to the floor. "Oh, I intend to."
His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and demanding. I meet him with equal passion, my fingers tangling in his hair as I arch into him. The hard planes of his body pin me against the wall—I don't even feel the coolness as the heat is burning too deep between us.
Gio's hand grips my hair and pulls my head back, his tongue trailing down to suck on my nipples. I moan as the sensation sends sparks of pleasure through me, making my legs weak.
I feel his hard cock as he grins against me, my panties soaked, my body calling for him.
He slides his hand down, slipping under my underwear, and strokes my lips, feeling my wetness.
"Look at you," Gio says as he comes up and kisses me. "So ready for me. Is this what you wanted when you put on that little show?"
I nod, breathless. "Yes," I admit. "I wanted you to watch. To come for me," I say, sliding down to grab his dick through his pants. "To crave me."
A low growl rumbles in Gio's chest. He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over my body.
"Turn around," he commands, and I obey completely.
I press my palms against the wall, and Gio's hands skim down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, slowly dragging them down my legs.
Tossing them to the side, he starts placing gentle kisses on my back. I close my eyes and moan as his kisses turn to licks.
As his tongue slowly slides across my shoulder blade, I hear the clink of his belt being undone, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him toss his pants and boxer briefs.
Gio's hands grip my hips tightly as he positions himself.
I slide down the wall, bending over, allowing him to have the access he needs to fill me.
His right hand grabs a fistful of my hair and squeezes, pulling my vision from the floor to the ceiling.
"Did you want me to crave you like this?"
"Yes," I moan, pressing back against him.
He enters me in one rough, possessive thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, my fingers scratching the walls.
Gio sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher, filling me inch by inch, stretching me open—the delicious, painful burn is intoxicating. He's too far gone for gentleness. I've made him too ravenous.
Gio tightens his grip on my hair, pushing my face against the wall.
"I love being inside you," he growls in my ear. "Right where I belong."
His words make me clench around him involuntarily. I can feel him pulsing and throbbing deep within me.
Each powerful thrust drives the air from my lungs in breathy whimpers. The sound of skin slapping against skin and ragged breathing is all I can hear.
I'm utterly consumed by sensation—the fullness of him inside me, the sting of my scalp where he grips my hair, the ache in my arms as I brace myself against the wall. Every cell in my body is attuned to Gio, to the pleasure he's giving me with each movement.
"Oh, Gio," I manage to whisper, his name a plea and a curse on my lips. He responds by slapping my ass, the sharp sting mixing with the pleasure coursing through my veins.
Still gripping my hair and pinning me in place, his left hand moves from my hip to my clit, his fingers circling the sensitive zone with the perfect amount of pressure.
"I want to hear you come all over my dick," he says, his tone firm and commanding.
"Please, Gio," I whimper, the words torn from my throat. "Don't stop. Fuck me. Make me come."
He slides a finger inside of me, alongside his cock, stretching me even further. The sensation is almost unbearable, a delicious agony that makes my vision blur.
My legs tremble as he fills me over and over. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, my body burning with pleasure.
I close my eyes and see stars as my orgasm builds. It feels like an electric tingle that radiates all over me. My body tenses, getting ready to explode, and Gio senses it. His grip tightens as he drives into me harder, deeper, ensuring I take every inch of him.
Suddenly, I come completely undone. My orgasm crashes over me, violent and all-consuming, a shuddering moan loud as he ignites every pleasure cell in my body, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of desire crashes through me.
"That's it, baby," he growls. "That's my good girl."
I clench around him, the tightness making Gio curse under his breath, his thrusts turning erratic, his control moments away from being lost.
But he doesn't slow down, doesn't pull away—if anything, he pushes even deeper. He moves his hands to my hips and grips tightly while he starts to lose himself completely.
I hear raw moans from him, and I look back and see his eyes dark with primal lust, as if he's about to enjoy the prey he's been hunting all day.
"Fuck, I'm so close baby," he pants, his hand sliding up my back and gripping my shoulder so he can pull me in as tight as he can.
With one final thrust that almost lifts my feet off the ground, I feel it—Gio spilling his seed in me, thick and deep, filling me up until I swear I can feel it spreading inside me. Claiming me.
I feel his body shaking, his cock pulsing inside me, emptying every last drop into me without restraint, without hesitation.
Instead of pulling out, Gio stays buried inside me, hips flush against mine, ensuring nothing is wasted.
I instinctively arch my back, feeling all of him, and we both catch our breath.
He leans over me and ever so slowly pulls out. Then he takes his hand, scoops up some of his warm come that's spilling out, and pushes it back inside me. He then rests his hand against my opening, applying gentle pressure as if to make sure I keep every drop inside me.
After a few moments, he spins me around and kisses me. Then he looks me up and down.
"You look so good like this," he says, some lust still lingering in his eyes.
I smile. "You mean naked?"
He laughs. "Of course, that too, but no, I meant because you're full of me."
I don't have time to respond, and he gives me another kiss, this time it's more gentle.
As we get dressed and the haze of lust starts to settle, my brain finally catches up to what just happened.
Oh, shit.
All that sexy talk, all that heat, but… fuck.
No condom. No barrier. Just him.
I swallow hard, moving on autopilot as I reach for my bra. My gaze flickers toward the bathroom, where my birth control pack sits, waiting.
Under no circumstances can I forget to take my pill tonight.
But then—a thought sneaks in, uninvited, unhinged.
What if I did?
The idea is so irrational, so utterly insane that I almost laugh out loud at how ridiculous it is. Almost.
Of course, I'm not skipping it. That would be crazy.
Right?
I shake the thought away, brushing it off as nothing but post-sex brain fog. A hormonal blip.
"Everything alright?" Gio's voice snaps me back to reality.
I force a smile. "Yes, of course. Just trying to catch my breath."
His eyes narrow slightly, studying me.
"You sure that's all?"
I let out a light laugh, waving him off as casually as I can. "Positive."
Definitely not thinking about skipping my pill. Nope. Not me. Not at all.
I go to pick up my dress, but before I can reach it, he sweeps me off my feet, tossing me over his shoulder.
I yelp, then start giggling. "What the hell are you doing, crazy?"
He smacks my ass as he carries me down the hall. "I'm staying over," he says, tossing me onto the bed.
I push up onto my elbows, raising one eyebrow. "Oh, for my protection, right?"
Gio laughs. "Exactly."
I lift my leg, pressing my foot against his bare chest just as he tries to climb onto the bed. "Mmm. Just like how tonight wasn't a date?"
He stills for a second.
"Tonight could've been a date if…" he pauses, his grip firm as he kisses the inside of my ankle, "you say it was."
I bite my lip, hiding my smile. "Then it was a date."
He smiles and tries again to climb into bed. I press my foot against his chest once more.
"Not so fast," I tease. "If you want to sleep in my bed, I need the real reason. Otherwise," I wave a hand toward the door, "you can march your ass right back across that hall and sleep in your bed. Alone."
Gio laughs, but his dark gaze sharpens. He grabs my leg, pressing a kiss to my calf before climbing on top of me.
He looks me in my eyes and gives me the softest kiss he ever has. "I'm here because I want to be," he says, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Because I need to be."
He gives me another kiss, rougher this time.
"Besides, I'm yours, remember?"
I nod. "I remember."
But the difference is, this time, I want to.