Page 48 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

Cut pecs and abs along with a mirage of tattoos glistened from his skin. His hands gripped my thighs, making his arms bunch and flex.

This man was absolute perfection. Shit you’d read in a book and never in your life think that it was real. This was him. But he was real.

Right here underneath me, his warm hard cock growing with each second, I took him in.

Running my hands from his abs to his chest, I took special time to run over the ink on him.

It had to have stories, and I wanted to know all of them.

Leaning down, I trailed my lips from his neck and down to his collarbone. His hands flexed on my thighs, telling me he liked what I was doing.

Then I moved down to his pecs, and my tongue circled his nipple, then gave a slight nip.

He grunted, and I smiled, then gave the other nipple the same treatment.

His hips bucked up. “Nyx…” he growled in warning.

I lifted and placed each of my hands on a pec, then leaned down close to him. “Raid. You love it.”

And he did. I saw it in his eyes the first time he allowed me to make myself come. It was hard for him to let go of that control he always had. But somehow then, he knew I needed it.

Would he know now?

Would he see the darkness lurking behind my eyes?

I ground my hips in a circle, and Raid’s head fell to the pillow on another moan.

Pulling my hot pink satin panties to the side, he slid in with ease. The man was big, but I was so wet he had no problem.

“Fuck, you feel beautiful,” he groaned. This big, powerful man was beneath me, taking everything I was giving. Moving up and down slowly, his hands gripped me harder.

“You do that any harder, you’re gonna leave marks.”

His gaze met mine. “Good. I want to mark you all over, Nyx.”

What did that mean exactly? Did he want to tattoo me? Because I’d probably let him. I had two already.

Hopping up on my feet, still connected to him, I began to ride him hard and fast. While he allowed me to do what I wanted, his hips bucked with me, and he took what he needed from me as well.

Up and down, he felt amazing. That piercing … oh my god. It was the most amazing feeling inside of me. It hit all the right spots in the most delicious of ways.

Raid rose to sitting, and his hands raked through my hair as he kissed me hard and deep. I fell to my knees still riding him, but he was riding me just the same. I loved this closeness of being chest to chest.

My core clenched, and I felt it coming. His tongue entered my mouth as his hips bucked hard, filling me with all of him.

I burst open wide, the climax hitting me like a freight train. I was unable to move my legs, and Raid kissed my cries away. Electricity went through every limb, and I felt as though I was going to set the room on fire.

Raid flipped me to my back, him on top. He bent my knees and opened me wide to him. He let loose.

He was holding back while I was on top of him because he had me coming again within minutes. The piercing hit another spot inside me that had the climax continuing. Lord save me.

Raid thrust deep and filled me completely.

Hot, sweaty, and worn out, he fell to my side and pulled me in to him.

Sex had always been sex. I kept feeling out of it as much as I could to protect myself. Laying here with Raid, I was having a hard time pushing those feelings down.

I was in trouble. Lord, I never knew how much.

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