Chapter 14 Raven #2
I pressed myself against him, feeling the hard lines of his body through the thin fabric separating us.
My hands roamed over his back, pulling him impossibly closer, each point of contact igniting a trail of fire across my skin.
His hands were just as busy, mapping out the contours of my body with an almost reverent touch that belied the roughness of his fingers.
"God, Raven..." he groaned against my lips, and I could taste the years of longing in his breath. “Fuck, I missed this. I missed you.”
"Shut up, Vin," I muttered, unwilling to let words intrude on what our bodies were saying far more eloquently. I was done talking, done waiting. This was the reckoning—raw and unfiltered—the collision of two souls that had been denied each other for far too long.
Our clothes became a nuisance, peeled away in hasty movements that were part undressing, part worship. With each layer shed, I revealed the man I'd thought I'd lost forever, and he unveiled the woman who'd survived hell to stand here with him now.
When we finally came together, it was an explosion of sensation—a fusion of heat and skin, a symphony of gasps and moans.
The world narrowed down to the feel of Vin moving with me, his body a perfect counterpoint to my own.
There was nothing gentle about our reunion; it was all-consuming, a devouring need that pushed us both to the edge and over.
"Raven," he breathed into my ear, his voice ragged with the force of his emotions. "You're real. You're here."
"Always was, always will be," I promised, my voice a fierce whisper that sealed our pact as surely as the bond of our entwined bodies did.
In that room, with the scent of leather and sweat mingling between us, we rediscovered each other in the most primal way possible.
And as we moved together, chasing the crescendo that would shatter the remnants of our pain, I knew one thing for certain: We were unbreakable.
Vin and I were forged from the same fire—tempered by loss and honed by hardship.
And now, reunited, we burned brighter than ever.
Vin lay me back on the bed, his lips like flower petals on my skin, gently pressed against mine, then to my neck before opening to each nipple.
He sucked lightly at first, taking my breath away, and then he sucked harder, grabbing and kneading my tits, years of want and need coming to a head.
I ran my fingers through his hair and he continued down my trembling body.
He kissed the small patch of smooth hair between my legs and his moans filled the room.
His hands slipped beneath my ass and raised me as his mouth spread my pussy lips already wet from his touch moments ago.
This was Vin. A violent and hard man outside the bedroom but soft and gentle when he needed to be inside the bedroom.
“Fuck, I missed the taste of you, Raven,” he moaned before sucking my clit into his hot mouth.
He ate me slow and steady, stopping each time I was on the precipice, the same old Vin, teasing before pleasing.
His massive hands slid along my sides, then resting momentarily on my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples, my back arching, pussy pressing hard against his face.
I came in three juicy bursts, Vin never flinching, never stopping, always about me…
always. As the orgasm waned, Vin waited only a minute before turning me over, planting his lips against my lower back, kissing and nipping, his hands lowering, thumbs pressing into my ass cheeks, spreading, his wet tongue exploring the space between.
I tensed and relaxed, raising my ass to Vin, raising it high, raising it to the heavens if it meant having him inside me.
As he tongued my ass, a finger slipped into my soaked cunt, driving in and out, finding the cushiony spot that would send me spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy.
I came again, hearing Vin’s faint chuckle as he sent me spiraling.
“My turn,” I said and slid to the side turning and pushing him down onto the bed, eyeing his erect cock, a sight I never thought I would experience again. He moved his hands behind his head and watched me.
I took his throbbing cock into my hot mouth, the thing pulsing against my lips.
He let out a grunt when I grabbed his balls and squeezed.
Just because he’d been gentle didn’t mean I had to.
I moved my other hand up and down his hot shaft, the head of his cock almost escaping my lips.
Almost. As I sucked and moved my hand, I could feel the deep trembling in Vin’s soul, his need to release a volcano waiting for the eruption.
I moved the soft skin of the head of his cock against the inside of my cheek and he flinched, ready to come.
I took Vin out of my mouth, saliva running down his length and over his balls.
He moved his hands and placed them around my waist as I mounted him, hovering above his thick cock, taking a breath, lowering slowly, very slowly, the head spreading my wet lips, pressing against my tight hole.
Lower I went, my head going back as he entered me, the pressure mesmerizing as my walls adjusted to him.
Then his length was inside me, the fullness stealing my soul.
I placed my hands on his stomach, his skin dark, hard, warm.
Vin lifted me up and down as the heat built between us.
I could feel the sweat forming on our bodies as we moved in tandem, neither wanting this moment to end.
Each thrust was a new kind of pleasure, a new level of understanding.
When I looked down, we were sweaty and red-faced, our breathing ragged.
Vin’s hands never left my hips, never let me go.
I could feel it then; the tension growing within him, the explosion building inside. His eyes rolled back and with a primal groan, he pressed into me harder than ever before. And as I felt every inch of his throbbing cock fill me up, I knew I’d die here, buried in this bed with Vin.
He came with a shout, his hips pummeling me hard until there was nothing left but blissful silence.
Vin’s arms tightened around me and he pressed his lips against my forehead as he caught his breath.
The room filled with the scent of sweat and sex and afterglow and for just a moment.
..it was perfect. But even in this cocoon of intimacy, I knew we couldn't stay hidden forever.
The world would find us eventually and try to tear us apart once more.
We were warriors though, Vin and I—survivors of a love that refused to die—and if anyone could stand against the tide of fate, it was us.
So for now, we'd savor this victory—this moment stolen from time itself—and hope that tomorrow brought new battles to fight. ..together.
As our fervor subsided, I nestled into the crook of Vin's arm, the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear a testament to the reality of him—of us. The room was silent save for our labored breaths; each inhale and exhale of a shared symphony of life returned and reclaimed.
"Damn," I muttered against his skin, tasting the salt of sweat and something undeniably Vin. "I didn't know if..." My voice trailed off, the history of heartache too vast to articulate.
"Shhh, Raven," he soothed, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. "We're here now. That's what counts."
In that quiet space, vulnerability seeped through the cracks of my tough exterior.
I thought back to all those nights spent dreaming of this moment when the ache of his absence had been a constant thorn in my side.
But here, with the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the years of pain seemed to dissolve, swept away by the tide of our reunion.
"Vin," I breathed out, my words barely audible, "you've got no idea what it means to have you back."
"Raven," he replied, his voice as raw as the emotions etched on his face, "I've got every idea. 'Cause feeling your heartbeat against me? That's the peace I've been searching for."
There was an unspoken understanding between us, a bond forged not just in passion but in the fires of loss and survival.
We lay there, wrapped in each other, every touch a promise, every kiss a vow.
I traced the faded ink of a dragon coiling around Vin's forearm, the scales a testament to a time when he'd lived by the sword, and I by his side.
The rise and fall of his chest, slow and steady in the silence, was a rhythm I'd sync my heart to—no matter the chaos that might come.
"Forever's a helluva long ride," I murmured, half to myself, half to the universe, hoping it was eavesdropping.
Vin's eyelids fluttered open, those penetrating eyes finding mine with an intensity that could scorch the lies from anyone's lips. "Ride or die, right?" His voice was raw from truths shared and emotions spent.
"Damn straight." I propped myself on an elbow, the cool sheet slipping from my shoulder. "But you should know, I'm not the same girl who rode shotgun on your bike all those years ago. I’ve changed. Grown hard in some places inside."
He smirked, a shadow of dark humor flickering across his features. "Neither am I. Got a few more miles on me, a little less tread on the tires."
That earned a snort from me. "As if you ever followed the speed limit."
"Guess we're both breaking new ground," he said, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face, a touch so gentle it was a language all its own.
"I've seen some shit with my father, Vin. Stuff that changes a person."
"Me too, Raven. But here we are." He sat up, the movement fluid despite the years and scars. "We can't erase what's been done, but we sure as hell can write what comes next."
"Then let's make it a story worth telling." I climbed out of bed, feeling his gaze on me like a brand. There was power in standing naked, unashamed—a power I'd wield without hesitation.
"Count on it." He rose too, his presence filling the room, a force of nature that bowed to no one except, maybe, to the woman who held his demons at bay.
I pulled on my jeans, the fabric hugging skin still warm from our embrace. A leather jacket lay draped over a chair, edges worn, familiar. Slipping into it felt like donning armor crafted for the battles ahead. Vin watched me, a silent sentinel, as I turned to face him.
"Whatever comes," I said, "I'll be at your back. You won't have to face it alone."
"Never doubted it for a second," he replied, pulling on his own clothes with a confidence that came from having danced with death and walked away.
"Good." I crossed the room, my boots thudding against the wooden floor, each step a promise. "Because from now on, it's us against the world."
"Always has been, babe." Vin's smile was a weapon in its own right, dangerous and liberating.
"Let's burn it down then," I declared, grabbing the keys to his bike.
"Live hard?" he asked, throwing open the door to a dawn tinged with the colors of war and new beginnings.
"Die free," I answered, stepping into a day that held no guarantees, only the certainty that whatever lay ahead, we'd face it together, engines roaring and hearts blazing—a perfect storm of love and fury.