Page 57 of Raiden

I open my mouth to scream, I can’t contain the sound.

“I think it’s been about a minute,” I whimper, trying to sass, but without a voice, it’s nearly impossible. “Congrats.”

“I’ll give you at least one more. Better hold tight and if you want to scream my name, go right ahead. I’ll catch it with the palm of my hand. Feel free to bite. I don’t mind.”

His flexing abs and huge shoulders are shimmering with a glorious sheen of sweat as he labors over me. There’s a nightlight in the corner, casting sensual light that paints Raiden in all hismasculine glory. The ink on his skin dances with his movements. He looks like a god, but he’s flesh and blood, a good man, worthy and beautiful, tender and hard in turns, connected to my soul in a way I’ve never known.

“Bite? Scream? Oh my god, are you even inside yet?”

His grin is a slash in his face. “Darlin’, you’re barely taking this thick cock.”

“Barely? You’re balls deep in me.”

He flexes his hips in one slow drag, pulling out and thrusting back in. I slam my eyes closed, but he tsks at me. “Open, Ella. I want to see your beautiful eyes as I make you come.”

I wriggle against him, eager to drive the pleasure into the painful peak of my climax. It’s so close, but not close enough.

Raiden waits and when it doesn’t happen, he changes it up, pulling out of me and tugging me into his arms. He swings us around, sits down with his back against the headboard, and pulls me into his lap.

This is so much hotter than just being on top.

This is us, skin to skin, our sweat soaked skin sticking to each other, our hearts beating together, looking each other in the face.

I lower myself onto his cock without guiding him to me. I don’t use my hands at all, just go so slowly so that I can close and clench fully around him. The new intimacy and the way he bottoms out and hits brand new spots inside of me makes my head fall back. Raiden’s hand snaps out to support my neck,holding onto me while I grind down on him. He was deep before, but now he’s impaling me.

My skin breaks out in goosebumps. I’m so cold, tingling from my feet all the way up to my belly.

Raiden slams me against him and then lifts me up and down roughly, sawing me over his cock.

“This okay?” His rough growl rumbles through me like a clap of thunder.

“Yes.”

I watch him in all his physical glory, all his maleness that makes me want to hit my peak just from drinking it in, and he watches me right back.

“Beautiful,” he whispers with more tenderness than I knew he had in him. “You gonna come for me.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do and my goodness isn’t determined by my following your orders or coming or not.” He pales for a second, before I let him have a lilting smile. “But I’ll do my best.”

Raiden stops, leaving my grinding against him alone. I slowly come to a halt as well. I hope he knows I was just bugging him. I hate being told what to do outside the bedroom unless it’s club related business, but this club isn’t like my father’s. In this club, people have a say and Gray isn’t a tyrant. It’s such a welcome difference to see men happy, even under threat. They’re living the lives they chose for themselves, not the ones their president demanded that they adhere to.

“This thing, if we do it, it’s not about ownership. It’s about writing our names into each other’s bones and blood.”

Tears sting the backs of my eyes. I’m just fast enough to blink them away and give Raiden a sassy smile, but inside, I’m quaking. All the old questions,what if it doesn’t work, what if I can’t stay, what if this isn’t the path I was meant to be on, what if we hurt each other,rear their heads, but I refuse to listen, even if I should.

I can’t heed my own advice. I’m too far gone already. There’s something about Raiden etched into the parts of me that I can’t reach, so there’s no digging him back out. He’s always going to be the man I married out of obligation, but found I’d been waiting for without even knowing it.

I have enough feelings that I was going half mad while he was gone. I do feel tenderness and even protective of him. I do like hearing his rare laughter and seeing him smile. I want to stand with him to fight the demons in his life, real and imagined.

That’s far from love, but it’s not nothing.

I wrap my arms around his neck, cling to his back and splay my fingers over his buzzed hair. I tuck my shoulder against his neck. It’s my silent answer, my way of getting even closer.

When he starts moving inside me again, he does it like he never stopped or paused. Like he wants to wreck me for walking for the next week and fill me up so full of him that there won’t be a step I can take without him leaking out of me.

He grips my hips tight, taking him with me as he plunges higher and harder, stroking inside of me so brutally and so far, that it does more than create heat. It winds up electricity and springs that I shouldn’t have because I’m not a machine. He’s hot and deliciously wet without the condom. There’s none of the friction that him thrusting so hard might cause. I’m wet and slippery, but it’s just different having him bare. So much fuckingbetter. Feeling him inside of me like that makes all my nerves fire and my walls clench even harder.

I know I’m approaching the edge and that I won’t be able to claw myself back from it this time.

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