Chapter 25 #2
My chest swells at the sight of her small frame drowning in my T-shirt, but the insatiable need to feel her skin under my fingertips propels me to remove it roughly, followed by her black lace thong.
Her fragility highlighted, and my primal need to protect and keep her safe—not just from others but also from her own shame and self-loathing—is insatiable.
Like a thirst I can’t quench until I’ve had my fill of her.
I settle her small but strong body beneath me, my hands and knees on either side of it.
Our heavy breathing echoes around us like a symphony, and I take a moment to feast my eyes on every bit of her smooth skin, trailing over the delicate lettering of her tattoos on her arms and ribcage, watching as her nipples harden and stand to attention on her full breasts that I didn’t let myself fully appreciate when I dressed her earlier.
She lets her legs fall open, and I salivate at the sight of her need glistening on her bare cunt.
Her spicy, musky scent invades my senses, and I close my eyes and inhale deeply.
Partly to calm myself down so I don’t unleash my savage too soon.
Partly to try to ingrain her smell into every fiber of my being so I’ll never fucking forget it, because this is only happening once.
Her heated gaze lands on where my throbbing, leaking cock tents my sweats. She reaches for the waistband and tears them down. I let her and quickly shuck them off completely, but this is the last time she’s going to call the shots tonight.
She reaches for me and wraps her hand around my cock, swiping her thumb over my slit, circling the pre-cum around the crown.
We groan in unison, and she goes to work me over, but I don’t let her.
Instead, I encircle both her wrists with one hand and slam them above her head.
She inhales sharply, her eyes flaring with lust and indignation.
“Ruin me,” she hisses.
I lean down and take her mouth in a ferocious kiss, tongues tangling.
Lips mashing. Licking. Sucking. Biting. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth once more, I bite down hard so I can taste her blood.
She trembles below me. I push my thigh into the heat of her pussy, and she bucks up to find friction and rub herself on it, a whimper escaping her swollen lips.
“I should be locked up for the amount of times I’ve played out how this scenario could go,” I say, dipping down and taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking, swirling, and nibbling on the hard bud, before removing my lips and taking it between my thumb and forefinger.
“There is nothing on this earth I want more than to own you with my words. Brand you with my cock and leave the imprint of my hand and mouth on this sexy round ass,” I growl.
“Suck on you so hard that I leave my mark like one of these pretty tattoos,” I say as I put more pressure on her clit with my thigh and lightly trace over the cursive writing on her ribcage.
She undulates her hips, seeking the pressure, smearing her pussy juices all over me, and my mouth salivates, because I’m dying to replace my leg with my mouth, but not before I set the record straight.
“I don’t fucking hate you for what happened to Marco,” I say, licking up her neck and latching on the spot under her ear, sucking before popping off and humming as I admire the new mark. Like a bullseye made just for me.
“I fucking hate that you carried the burden of that secret like a weight around your neck all this time.” I kiss my way up the inside of her arm, tracing the tattoo she has there with my tongue, while I trail my fingers along her inner thighs to her sopping wet pussy, listening as her breathing becomes more erratic the closer I get to her center.
“I fucking hate that you left me on read.” I pull my knee away so I can press my fingers into the slippery mess instead.
She moans, and I circle her clit with barely there pressure as she groans out, “Pleasssseee. Just put me out of my fucking misery.”
“No. If you want me to hate-fuck you, then you’re going to listen to all the reasons. I fucking hate that you avoided me for two weeks, deliberately changing your fitting time so you wouldn’t have to see me.”
“It wasn’t delibera—”
“Do. Not. Fucking lie to me,” I say as I slap her pussy, causing her to cry out.
“Raf. Stop teasing me. If you’re going to fuck me, do it already,” she pants.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I hiss against her lips, taunting her with her own words.
She catches my lip with her teeth and sucks on it.
“No, but apparently you’re a man of your word, and you made some promises about what you would do if you were mine. So. Fucking. Do. It. Already,” she grits out as she arches her back, legs still wide, offering herself to me.
My animal instincts want to take over to fuck her with wild abandon; instead, I continue to stalk her like the wolf she likens me to, kissing my way down her sternum.
I blow air on her wetness, causing her to shiver, and then I begin my assault on her inner thighs, moving from one to the other as I list all the things I hate.
“I hate that I didn’t rip that towel clean from your body that day in your room.
” Kiss. “I hate that you have to carry a gun and threaten to shoot your own flesh and fucking blood because it’s the only way you can get him to listen to you.
” Nip. “I hate that you spend time with the dead when you are a force of fucking nature and the only person who makes me feel alive.” Bite.
“I hate that you don’t love yourself enough to believe that you are more than your grief.
Bigger than the trauma. That you are worthy of every dream and desire you have. ” Suck.
I work my way to her center and ghost my nose and face along her slit.
“But most of all,” I whisper, “I hate that I can give you this, the pleasure and the pain, but I’m too broken to be everything you deserve.
That I have a heart so guarded and scarred that I’m not sure if it’s capable of opening up again.
I hate that you should be cherished, yet I can’t say with certainty that I can be the man you need. ”
“Raf. You like this is all I need. Please, put your mouth on me. Just—”
I turn her onto her stomach before hoisting her by the hips onto all fours.
“Grab the headboard. Ass back,” I command, roaming my hands along her sides over the globes of her ass and squeezing them around her hips. “Before I take us down a ruinous path I don’t know how we’ll find our way back from, I’m going to make good on that promise now, okay?”
Turning her head to look at me over her shoulder, her wanton gaze touches every corner of my body, sending tingles to my heavy cock so pleasurable I’m afraid once I slam into her tiny body I might split it.
She nods her consent and keeps her eyes on mine, trembling as she watches me raise my hand and bring it down on her ass.
“One. Two,” I count as I repeat it on her opposite cheek. “Three.”
Her moan is guttural, but her cheeks are flushed the sweetest strawberry pink, lips puffed and swollen—all of them.
“I counted nine reasons, angel, so be a good girl and let me finish this so we can get to the good part.”
“You’re really living up to that big bad wolf with big dick energy,” she huffs out, sticking her ass out further.
I chuckle darkly. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Once I’ve gotten to nine, her needy noises and pussy shining at me like the beacon of salvation I know it will be when I finally sink into her, I gather both her wrists in one hand and hold them against the headboard with mine.
Fisting my cock with my free hand, I swipe my swollen head through her dripping pussy from front to her back, slicking my cock in her arousal and applying slight pressure as I use the head to coat her back hole.
“I want to devastate this tight hole.” She shudders and pushes back, spurring me on. “Not tonight, but maybe the next time I hate-fuck you.”
“If there even is a next time and I don’t die of being edged first,” she groans out between choppy breaths.
“The only way you’re going to die is from being fucked to death,” I say as I position myself at her entrance and then without warning grab both of her hips and slam into her.
She cries out until she’s hoarse, but then she bucks back against me, moving her hips and chanting, “Please, please, please.”
I let go of one hip and reach around to play with her clit, alternating between firm, slow circles and quickly rubbing her, matching the tempo of my thrusts. I don’t want to hold on much more, and she’s almost there. I can hear it. Feel it in the swell of her and the way her body trembles.
“You ready to come for me like a good girl? Let me fill you up and leak out of you?”
“Fuck yes, Raf!” she exclaims as she shatters around me, throwing her head back, an invitation for me to gather her hair in one fist and rut into her until I explode on a groan, pulling her body up against me and turning her head so I can feel her sweet lips on mine.
Needing the tenderness of the kiss to quell the burn of something foreign yet all so familiar being fanned within me.
Fuck. I think I just gave the devil the keys to the kingdom, and now there’s no going back.