Page 90 of Burn Like An Angel

“So demanding.”

His grin tells a different story. Secretly, he loves it. The explosive way our bodies collide. The sense of control it gives him in a world determined to take his autonomy away. With me, he can take a piece of himself back.

As he begins pounding into me faster, it feels like Raine is determined to prove a point. I’ve given him free rein, and he’s damn well going to take it regardless of who may be listening nearby.

My mind fantasises about the possibilities. I know Xander has no respect for boundaries, that’s old news. He’ll happily munch his popcorn while listening to us if he so pleases. The man doesn’t care about social graces.

Lennox… He’s the question mark.

Our dynamic is changing, morphing from raw hatred to bitterly reluctant infatuation. I don’t know if the new, softer Lennox would dare interrupt our privacy. He’s an unknown to me.

Raine’s continued thrusting shows how little he cares too. He hasn’t just accepted the others’ place in my life; I have a sneaking suspicion he actually fucking loves it.

“I want you to give me one more, babe.”

With lust snaking through me, I fist the tangled bedsheets. “Yes.”

“That’s it. Give me everything.” He urgently ruts into me, chasing his own climax. “Show me that you love me too, Rip. I need to feel it.”

I’m sure I don’t imagine the barely audible curse emanating from outside the bedroom door. I don’t have the mental capacity to question it as Raine ducks down to kiss my chest, sucking a nipple in between his lips.

The cramped bedroom is a blur all around me. Raine’s silhouette fills my vision, dappled with sparkling sunlight. Stray hair falls across his slick forehead, the sunshine accentuating every taut muscle in his neck and shoulders.

He licks and sucks my nipple, his teeth scratching against the peak. His playful bite sets off sparks in my mind that catch alight and spread, filling my whole body with delicious heat.

“I can feel you clenching around me,” he marvels. “I know you’re close, babe. Let go.”

“Oh god,” I whine. “Raine!”

“Let them hear you scream my name.”

The heat inside me reaches its apex. Everything seizes, my nervous system knotted so tightly, it’s just begging to be unravelled. All he has to do is shove me into that downward spiral.

Raine draws my breast into his mouth, pulling on my skin so firmly, I know it’ll leave a bright mark. An indelible reminder of all we’ve shared. I still can’t quite believe it.

He loves me.

And… I think I love him too.

I know I do.

My second climax hits harder than the first, the blistering cloud of pure euphoria sweeping everything else out. I’m a sputtering wreck, my entire body shattering into a thousand unrecognisable shards.

Raine bellows in time to me crying his name again. I feel him judder inside me, his release filling me up with a rush of heat. The feeling stretches out my orgasm until it’s echoing on in tortuous waves.

Slumping, he hides his face in my neck. I can feel how violently his heart is beating through his skin. Raine breathes hard, his hair tickling my face as I pant for air too.

When my brain decides to function again, I realise how much my thigh is screaming at me. The discomfort didn’t matter in the moment. Now I know I’ve pushed myself too far. Worth it, though.

“Raine,” I whisper throatily. “I need to go clean up.”

He groans, half-awake. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. More than okay.”

Lifting himself off me, he collapses to the side so I’m free. I move stiffly, grimacing at the blood-soaked bandage around my thigh. Xander’s going to chew me out if I’ve popped a stitch.

Raine catches my arm. “You’re not okay.”

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