Page 13 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

Fueled by the sudden need to prove just how wrong she is, I climb onto all fours and crawl towards her, our eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.

“I want to trace every inch of those curves with my tongue… map it with my mouth until I know each contour by heart.” My voice is husky as my cock thickens in a rush, and my shoulders shiver as the blood rushes to its destination. “Uncover what’s under those clothes and watch your every reaction to my touch. Taste the sweetness between your legs and fuck you until you fall apart in my arms, calling out for me and begging for more.”

I’m hovering over her now, face to face, my cock positively aching with need. “I want to be consumed, Ruby. Drown my senses until there’s nothing left but you.”

“Oh,” she finally whispers, and I can’t suppress the grin that slides across my face.

“Now that these unwarranted insecurities are out of the way, what do you say?” Her eyes slam into mine as I nuzzle my nose against hers. “Shall I help you forget him?”

Her voice is breathy as she stutters, “I… we… can’t…”

“We can,” I whisper, nudging my lips against hers and savoring her delightful moan that slips loose. “We can do whatever we want.” I back up just far enough to look into her eyes. “So, tell me… what do you want?”

There’s only a whimper as our lips brush again, a delicious sound that gets trapped inside her throat—thick ashoney and just as sweet. It’s all I need. My mouth collides with hers, relishing her sudden intake of breath as her hands scramble to find purchase on my shoulders. She’s cautious at first, then relaxes as her lips move against mine with more intention.

Our kiss continues, unbroken, as I slide up the bed to lie beside her, my leg draping over her hips. Her soft thigh is heaven as my hips push forward and my aching cock slides against it. I grind with a deliberate slowness, creating friction that steals my breath.

More… I need more.

A deep, guttural sound escapes my throat as my tongue explores the seam of her lips, growing louder when she opens and meets it with hers. My hand feathers over her silky skin, caressing her jawline and brushing over her neck with a touch so delicate, it’s nothing more than a ghost that she chases.

Her reaction is immediate when I reach her chest—a gasp into my mouth, followed by the arc of her body against mine. It’s needy, an instinct she can’t control, yet there is a tension in her, as if she fights against it.

Such a futile battle.

My fingers tease her nipple through the thin material of her shirt, and I’m rewarded with another of those delicious whimpers. “Like that, do you?” I murmur into our kiss as I pinch harder, and her nod is frantic against me. As I pull away, a wicked smile spreads across my face, and I take a moment to admire her kiss-swollen mouth before my lips trace the same path my fingers have already forged.

I suckle on the soft skin of her neck, surrounded by her vanilla scent as my teeth scrape over the crook of her shoulder. She pulls me closer, fingertips digging into my shoulders. “Cas,” she whimpers as I move lower, my tongue dancing across her shirt and soaking it as I draw her nipple between my lips.

My hand slides over her abdomen and further, cupping her pussy through her thin pants. Running my fingers along the seam, I discover the fabric is soaked through. “Mmm,” I hum against her breast, “you are impatient for me, aren’t you, my sweet Ruby?”

“Oh, this is so bad,” she whispers as I continue to crook that single finger between her legs, rubbing so slowly she arches into me for more. “But… fuck, so good.”

A deep, thick chuckle rumbles in my throat as I add a second finger, increasing the pressure as her wetness seeps through the fabric, leaving a slick coating on my skin. “So good, huh? You like that?”

Her hair tousles against the pillow as she nods, and I slide my fingers forward, tracing the outline of her clit beneath her clothing. I moan as I suck her nipple harder, my tongue dragging across the peaked bud. The moans that crawl from her throat make my hair stand on end, and her hips rise off the bed, grinding against my touch.

God, she’s fucking hungry.

Unable to resist, my hips surge forward and rock against her leg, the friction overwhelming me to the point where my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

One of his hands claws at my head and wraps around my horn, and the touch causes a pleasure so intense I call out in surprise. Instead of a gradual build, my need for release hits me like a cannon blast. Every nerve in my body ignites, my cock tensing and balls tight, and god, it fuckingaches. Glorious agony rushes me, and I need to let go more than I need oxygen—more than I need the blood pumping through my veins.

“Horns…” She hesitates, and my eyes slide up to meet hers. “Sensitive.”

“Does it hurt?” Her tongue flicks between her lips and her eyes shift to where the horns poke through my hair, her hand frozen.

The slight twitch of her fingers is all it takes for me to let out a deep moan, my hips thrusting forward and my cock straining under the touch. A heavy throb in my core spreads a warm dampness between us, a pool of pre-cum soaking her pants as it leaks from my tip. “No, fuck, no. Nothing’s ever felt this good,” I groan as my dick tenses again, another rush of arousal jetting out.

She runs a finger along my horn as my hips flex, then strokes up to the very tip and back down as a thousand fireworks explode underneath my skin.

There’s no more time for playful banter or slow seduction, not when she’s shoved me to the edge of delirium. She’s stripped away everything except my most primal needs, reducing me to a state of pure instinct.

There’s nothing else, nothing but this,her, and I need more.

I need everything.

Whatever she’s offering, I want it.

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