Page 50 of Lethal

As if sensing my inner turmoil, she presses her hand to my cheek and closes the distance between us again, giving me a gentle kiss against my lips. It’s so sweet and tender, I’m not even sure it really happened. “Tell me, Cole.” Her voice works like magic, opening my throat to allow the words to pass, simply because she commanded it. But it doesn’t do anything for the fear holding my heart hostage.

“I want to fuck you nice and slow. To experience what it’s like to feel the world drop out from around us and to be the only two people in the universe. If only for a short time. I crave you, Luv. I’m not sure it’ll ever be satiated.” My heart beats so fast, I can hear it pulsing through my veins. It whooshes like surround sound, filling my ears to the point it’s the only thing I can hear. I’m not sure I’d be able to catch her response if she uttered a word.

Thankfully, before she can say anything, her cunt flutters around my cock as the tip is about to slip free. The response instantly sends blood rushing into my length, making me harden again. “Call me crazy, but that doesn’t sound like the worst thing ever. But only this once.” She traces a finger over my cheek, watching me carefully.

Her answer makes me smile. The way she wants to put limitations on it. “We’ll see about that, Luv.”

Holding her against me, I walk us down the hall, searching for a bedroom. With every step, my cock grows harder, anticipation driving me forward. Last time I had a break, I went on a killing spree. This time, I’m letting myself become consumed by the woman I’m obsessed with, channeling every bit of my frustrations into her. It’s probably why I want to try things Jasper style.

It doesn’t take long for me to find the guest room I saw when we were clearing the house. The mattress sinks when I kneel on it, and I crawl until we’re in the middle and our feet won’t hang off the end. When I glance down at Raven’s face, I find her studying me.

There’s such a lost expression plastered across her features as she studies me. Her hand reaches to graze her fingertips against the lines of my face.

“I’m here, Cole. We’ll find her, I promise. Together.” Her words seem to shoot an arrow of calm directly into the bundle of chaos I’m trying to bury deep inside.

With a turn of my head, I kiss her palm. “I know. But first, I need to get lost in you for a little longer.” I reach for the pants still clinging to my thighs and push them down, refusing to pull out of her for one second. She helps, using her feet as I toe off my shoes, kicking the pants to the floor.

Our lips meet in a sweet kiss, starting off slowly with closed mouth pecks, but after a moment, I tease the seam of her mouth with my tongue. It hasn’t been more than a few minutes since I’ve tasted her, but I’m desperate to give myself to her. My hands cradle her neck, and I use my thumbs to tilt her head back, deepening the kiss. It remains slow, tantalizing, and something inside me releases.

A deep sigh is pulled from me, feathering against her lips as her fingers run over my scalp. Her touch is light, barely there, yet it sparks every single nerve ending in its path. I slowly thrust into her and run my hand from her neck, along her body until I hold her thigh, making her wrap her legs around me tighter. “You’re my everything, Raven. The reason I breathe.”

She shifts her hips and I know my tip is sliding across her nerves at a new angle, with the way her eyes close and the delightful moan spilling from her lips. My thrusts are the complete opposite of what they were in the hallway. They’re long and unhurried, my focus on drawing out the pleasure, building her to an epic release.

Part of me wants to hold her as closely as possible, to wrap myself in a blanket of her skin. But that’s not the side I give into. I draw my body away from hers, grabbing onto her legs and crossing them in front of me. My thrusts hit her a little deeper and her hands grip my forearms, where they brace me against the bed on either side of her. I’ll have moon shaped scabs from this, but it’s absolutely worth it.

“Fuck, Cole,” she pants. With every stroke, her pussy clenches tighter, and by the bite of her nails digging into me, I know she’s about to come. I change my pace slightly, snapping my last two inches into her at the end of my stroke, letting our hips smack together.

“Come for me, Luv.” I watch her as her eyes roll back, her lids fluttering as bliss crosses her features. Her cunt clenches, milking my cock as her walls pulse around me. She’s the definition of beauty. “Good girl,” I whisper. A happy smile curves her lips.

I gather her legs and guide them to our side, palming her now exposed ass as her body turns. “What are you doing?” she asks, peering at me from half-lidded eyes.

“I want to admire my work while I fuck you from behind. Stick that ass up for me, gorgeous.” Her movements force my cock to slip from its home, and a savage growl rips out of me. I can’t have this.

My hands land on her body, shoving her into place so I can sheathe myself in her once again. We let out matching moans of relief when her cunt clenches down on me. I press my forehead between her shoulder blades, soaking in the feel of her. I’ll never get enough, not even close.

When I embrace the calmness she gives me, I run my lips over her ravens. My gift to her. I’ve poured my soul into them, giving her a part of me, and as soon as I’m finished fucking her Jasper style, I’ll tell her as much. My fingers trail over her back before smoothing my palm over her silky skin. I can’t get enough. It’s a trend when it comes to her.

I sit back on my haunches, bringing her with me. Her spine presses against my front, and her arms move to hold me against her. We settle into a rocking motion, our bodies melding together. My hands rove over her, touching every part of her until I settle on palming her breasts.

The weight of them rests in my hands as I curl my fingers to squeeze. “More, Cole. I need more,” she begs. The sound rings through my ears, encouraging me to break my resolve to make love to her, as Jasper says. But perhaps our love comes in a distinct form. She did shoot me, after all.

“You need more, my little killer?” I taunt in her ear, pinching both nipples. “Is this what you need? Or would you rather I do this to your clit instead? Perhaps I need to choke you until you’re about to pass out.”

Her pussy gushes, the wetness soaking my balls as the images I painted for her causes a visceral reaction. It’s not the squirting Jasper gets from her, but it’s still sexy as fuck to know I turn her on that much. Her breathing quickens as I inch my hand closer to her throat, her pussy bearing down on my cock as I steadily slide in and out.

“That’s it, Raven,” I say as my hand closes around her neck. “Are you ready to pass out on one of your stalker’s cocks? You going to cum on Ravenmaster’s cock like a good girl?”

“Cole,” she whimpers, but it’s the only word she’s able to get out, my hand already squeezing her airway closed. Her head rests against my shoulder, and she turns it to press a kiss against my neck. Fuck, she’s too damn sweet. It makes my cock pulse inside her. If she keeps this up, I’ll be coming long before I’m ready. Her hand moves to rest over mine, holding me in place. She’s so damn depraved, I love it.

When she’s about to black out, I release my hold, allowing her to suck in the much needed oxygen. Then I do it again. Over and over, drawing her closer to euphoria. I alternate pinching her nipples with my free hand and enjoy the way her body is slightly shaking against mine. I’m forcing this orgasm from her, and it’s never been so delicious.

Raven’s body feels small and weak against me, frail as I bring her to the brink of passing out. It brings out the protectiveness in me, even though I’m the one putting her in this position. “I’ve got you. Ravenmaster has you, baby. Come on my cock. Soak my piercings in your cum.” Her walls slam down on me, gripping and releasing over and over, forcing me to follow her off the edge. “Just like that. Such a good girl.”

We collapse to our sides, somehow staying connected as we pant and catch our breath. Her more so than me. Her head finds my arm, nuzzling into my bicep, but I want to hold her closer. “Keep my cum in you, Luv,” I tell her as I pull out and draw her head to lay on my chest.

Her hair sticks to the sweat on her back, but I drag it to the side, exposing her art. Maybe I should make a rule that she has to wear her hair up. That way, I always have easier access to my masterpiece anytime I want to look at it. She rests her palm on my chest, splaying her fingers in a possessive hold. At least I know I’m hers as much as she’s mine.

“Sketching was my escape before Becca disappeared. She used to tell me I could make it big, open a tattoo shop, and run my own business.” I trace her birds for the millionth time, forcing myself to keep my walls down. “I only learned how to tattoo because of her encouragement, and when she disappeared, I told myself I couldn’t delve into my place of escape until she was found. I haven’t picked up a pencil or tattoo gun since that day. Not until I marked you. It was my punishment.”

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