Page 89 of Burn Like An Angel

Raine breathes raggedly in time to each squeeze. I don’t care if it’s messed up to be talking about his friend while straddling him like this. None of us have to answer to anyone. If it feels right, I’m doing it.

Circling my entrance with his tip, I hold him at the precipice of satisfaction. An inch from heaven.

“I imagined him shoving himself inside me,” I tease breathlessly. “Taking me hard and deep like he wants to fuck the fight out of me. You’d ride my mouth while he fills me from behind.”

“Such a dirty little angel,” he groans. “Why does this turn me on so much?”

“I think you have a sharing kink, Raine.”

Nudging him inside me, I slowly sink down, inch by excruciating inch. He stretches me so perfectly, filling me to the breaking point as he bottoms out. I watch his golden eyes roll back in his head.

“Shit, babe. I think you’re right.”

Gasping at the intensity, I savour the burn. “I’m all for exploring it. Keep that in mind.”

Lifting my hips, I push back down on him. It’s an awkward manoeuvre that tugs at my thigh wound, but in the heat of the moment, the pain only amplifies my acute pleasure. We’ve talked ourselves into a frenzy.

I move slow and steady, taking him deep with each thrust. His cock pushes against the sweet spot buried within me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Already, I feel overwhelmed with sensation.

“You feel so fucking good, babe. So good.”

He ruts up into me, matching each stroke with one of his own. Raine’s always been acutely in tune to my body. His ability to see the unseen comes into play when we fuck. He’s as attentive as he is passionate.

We’re perfectly synchronised, reading each other’s needs without words. Each time I press down on him, Raine slides up into my cunt with a low groan. I clench tight around him, my walls hugging his length.

Footsteps halt outside the bedroom, making my heart patter harder. My ears straining, each clash becomes harder, more frantic. Raine’s muscles clench, his burnt-toffee orbs swallowed whole by expanded pupils.

“Please,” I mewl, letting him slam into me. “I need to come.”

“Take it, babe. Show me how well you fall apart.”

Hands splayed on his chest, I throw my head back. I’m close to exploding. My climax hangs on the cusp of overwhelming me, magnified by the knowledge that those halted footsteps haven’t moved away.

When Raine finds my clit again, lightly tugging the tingling bud, all rational thought vanishes. My release hits hard and fast. I don’t know if it’s exhaustion or the imbalanced chemicals swamping my brain, but the orgasm is blisteringly intense.

“Yes!” I moan loudly.

Raine eases to a slow roll, his hips shifting up into me. He’s breathless too, but I haven’t felt him finish. He’s still thick inside me, holding my climax in suspension as aftershocks move in.

“You’re bleeding, Rip.”

“Hmm?”

His movements slow. “Your leg.”

Glancing down, I find the thin bandage speckled with blood. I didn’t even feel it. We ruled out an infection when Xander stitched the wound yesterday, but it’s still tender.

“We should stop.”

“No!” I writhe on top of him. “Don’t you dare.”

Grasping my hips, Raine gently manoeuvres out of me. I cry out at the sudden loss. I’m about to chew him out when he lays me down, feeling for my legs then spreading them wide so he can settle between them.

He doesn’t say a word as he slides back into me, assuming the position of power. I greedily accept his forceful thrust, my blood pumping like liquid caramel through my veins after my first release.

“You drive me insane, Rip. I want to take care of you, but instead, I’m fucking you senseless because you don’t know when to take no for an answer.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” I stare up at his unfocused expression. “So shut up and fuck me senseless, Raine. Give me what I want.”

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