Page 37 of His Human Rebel

“I heard you cry out this morning,” he confirms.

My cheeks feel hot. “You did? You know what I've been doing in there?”

“Yes. Because I've been doing the same.”

“You have?”

“You didn't hear me shout my release? I do this every morning in the cleansing unit.”

“This morning?”

“Yes, this is how I’m able to remain reasonable right now and not tear your clothes off.”

I grin.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to take down my top. And then I want you to pinch on my nipples and suck on them and make me come just from that first. I swear I’m so sensitive I think it’s possible.”

“I will.”

And then he really does do exactly as I ask. He pulls down my blue top. My heavy breasts bounce free, with sensitive nipples that lately turning from a light pink begging for his touch.

He gazes, as if this is a treasure he’s been waiting to open. “They're beautiful.”

Rake bends down and sucks on one breast and I am happy that I'm on the table because I swoon with delight. Watching this satanic-looking male, with his fangs and red hands grasp and suck on my delicate skin so firm and tender is basically the most erotic moment of my life. Then he uses a hand to pinch the other nipple and he’s working on them both at the same time.

I grab onto his two black horns and hold on as the pleasure is so sharp and sudden, rushing through my body and pooling between my thighs. “Oh, oh,” I gasp.

He continues, sucking on one and pinching the other.

And soon I’m coming so hard I cry out.

Rake licks my neck.

“Kiss me please, please kiss me.”

He captures my lips and we're kissing again and it’s epic. This time Rake takes the lead and swoops his forked tongue inside my mouth. He tastes so good.

I break free and beg for more. “Touch me down there. I need to come again. From your touch.”

He does exactly as I ask.

I pull his lips against mine again and his fingers find my wetness between my things. Then he finds my clit and I sigh with delight. He uses a masterful stroke right where I need him and he doesn’t stop.

And I end up having another huge orgasm and I hold him tight as I cry out against his lips. There's a rush of liquid and I can't help but wish for more.

He's hard and could take his erection out and shove it in me right now. I would love knowing how that thick shaft looks and feels in and out of me right now. I’ve only seen the outline under his pajama pants this whole time.

But for some reason I'm still not ready for this next level, which again, I know is nutty considering I literally had a one-night stand. And it wasn't the only one. But there's something about this that’s different. When we take it that far I want it to be special. And I want it to be special for him. I want to wait for that because I want that moment to solidify forever between us.

I know I'm treating him differently, but in a way it's because he's not like the others. It's because he means more to me. As a matter of fact, I think I might be because…because I’m maybe falling in love with Rake Flagstone and I have a feeling he loves me too even though neither of us have said the words.

He kisses my neck and removes his hand gently from my panties.

But I can't leave him hanging high and dry. I feel evil. “I want you to come on my breasts.”

He lets out a grunt and groan of desire.

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