Page 47 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

My head fell, chin touching my chest. “Please, Raid. I’m exhausted. Please let me sleep.”

Two seconds later, I was swooped up in Raid’s arms, and he gently placed me on the bed. He reached down and pulled the covers on top of me.

For a split moment I thought he was leaving, but as he started taking off his boots and then his clothes, part of me relaxed a bit. He went into the bathroom, and I heard him pee.

After flushing, he came back into the bedroom and pulled the curtain closed. He climbed in over me and pulled me into his hard body, and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

“No!” I screamed, shooting up straight from the bed. When an arm banded around me tight, I fought like the hounds of hell were on my heels. Kicking, hitting, punching, clawing—anything I could.

“Nyx. It’s Raid. You’re safe.”

I didn’t listen and kept going.

Raid wrapped me into his arms tight and pulled me to his chest so I couldn’t move. Fear sliced through me like a hot knife.

God, no, this isn’t happening.

“Nyx!” Raid yelled deep, which somehow cut through the fog of the dream that invaded me.

I felt my body relax.

This was Raid. It wasn’t Flynn. It wasn’t Kylo—it was Raid.

Raid. The man I’d only known for a short period of time was holding me as if I was something precious. Which I knew I wasn’t in anyway precious, but hell, as the fog of the dream lifted, he was there. Making me feel so many things.

Looking up and connecting eyes with Raid, I whispered, “Sorry.”

His eyes warmed. “You wanna tell me what that was?”

My head shook. No. I did not want to talk about it. I didn’t want to think about it.

I needed to escape.

Instead of answering, I kissed him hard and let all the feelings from the night and day flow through my kiss. My hands glided up his chest, one going to his neck and the other to the side of his face. I pulled away and closed my eyes, then whispered, “Please make me forget, Raid.”

His eyes roamed over my face. I had no idea what he saw because my feelings were all over the place. So much so I didn’t know what end of the spectrum I was on. Everything was just too much.

“Know we will talk about this, Nyx.”

“I know. Just not right now.”

“As you wish.” He took over the kiss, and I allowed myself to fall into him. Fall into his warmth. Safety. Passion. I let it all go.

His lips were coaxing, tempting, teasing. He came for me, then pulled back ever so slowly, causing me to lean into him and follow him, craving more—wanting more.

Raid’s fingertips had this rough feel on my skin, making the hairs on my arms come to attention as he slid them over my flesh.

My hand went to his face. The roughness of his beard prickled, and I loved it.

His lips left mine, and he kissed down my neck while my body heated from his touch, and my back arched. He felt amazing; each kiss and lick of the tongue had me squirming.

I loved this. Loved him worshiping me, but I could feel the panic right there on the surface, threatening to pull me in to the videos once again.

No. No. Not with Raid. He was safe. The rest of that shit didn’t come between us.

I flipped up and straddled his hips. The only thing separating us was my underwear because, of course, he was naked. Gloriously. Beautifully naked.

Ripping my shirt from my body, I was bare underneath and my breasts were free. They felt heavy with arousal as my gaze roamed the man beneath me.

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