Page 59 of Claimed By Rage

Goosebumps trail down my arms once he lifts my sweater over my head. His hands follow their path, his lips scorching against the column of my throat. I stumble out of my boots while he unzips my skirt, pulling it over my hips with a kiss to my stomach, then to each hip bone. “You are breathtaking,” he rasps, gazing up at me with pure, overwhelming awe. My body flushes with heat that settles deep in my belly, and I gasp as he lifts me easily and lays me down on the mattress.

I don’t feel breathtaking.

I feel exposed at my core, aching to the depths of my soul. Rage isn’t doing this to me—it’s impossible for one person to tear me open so deeply—but I lay bare for him all the same, my worst fears on display. “I can’t do this,” I gasp, pushing myself up onto my elbows. “Wecan’t, Rage—I, Ican’t.” Tears threaten to spill,and a sob catches in my chest. “I don’t want to have sex if we can’t have a baby.”

His eyes find mine, their depths molten pools of black. I once imagined that they were twin black holes—all-consuming, terrifying, unending. The way he looks at me makes me believe it, like he wants nothing more than to swallow me whole and trap me in an abyss that only he can reach. A master of his domain, with me as his eternal muse.

He doesn’t speak, pulling at the buttons on his shirt and exposing his chest, his throat bobbing with a swallow. “Eyes on me,krosotka.” Slowly, he pulls the shirt off his back, exposing black and grey tattoos along the edges of his ribs, down the sides of his torso. Among them are patches of rough skin, some stretched pink, others matching his natural skin tone but mottled with definitive scarring. His jaw clenches as he undoes his belt and strips out of his pants, allowing me to see even more scars across the tips of his shoulders as he bends to remove his shoes. Once standing, he climbs onto the bed and nudges my thighs apart to make room for his hips.

We aren’t fully naked, both of us still in our undergarments.

Rage brushes the tears from my cheeks with a sigh that settles into my bones, like he’s the one falling apart. “Everything that I am,” he murmurs against my lips, “is yours.” He grabs my hand and holds it tight against his chest, the beat of his heart strong and steady. “Everything that Ican beis already yours.” Rocking his hips into mine, he grinds the hot length of his cock against my center, his eyes burning with a fire that’s immeasurable. “Take it. Takeme.Useme. I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you’ve ever dreamed.” Melting into me, he groans against my lips, one hand cupping my throat while the other hitches my leg over his hips. He grinds deeper, rotating his hips. “Let me give you what you need,krosotka.”

The ache in my chest fizzles like a fire being doused with rain. At first, each of Rage’s kisses—on my lips, down the side of my neck, across every inch of my collarbone—makes the pain hiss and snap as it lashes out to stay alive. When Rage cups my breasts and takes my nipple into his mouth, the fire screams as he douses it with soothing licks of his tongue, the heat still burning but tolerable. He slides my panties down my thighs and nestles between them, glancing up at me before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my slit.

The moan that tears from my chest makes him growl, and he dives in, licking and sucking my clit with a fervor that’s unmatched. No one has ever eaten my pussy like this—not evenhim.His eyes spark with that all-knowing confidence that drives me crazy, but I can’t hate him for it, not when he’s washing away the gnarled thorns in my chest, breaking them down until the ache subsides.

We could do this.

We couldactuallyhave a baby.

Rage smiles up at me while he hooks two fingers inside, rubbing the spot that always makes me come undone. Pleasure zings up my spine, and I clutch the bedsheets as a tremor wracks my body. “That’s it,krosotka, that’s my beautiful girl. You want to come, don’t you?”

I keen in response, grinding my hips onto his fingers.

“I’ll always give you what you want,” Rage groans, mouthing my clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

My body seizes as I come, the room fading into white noise, bright light, and the weight of Rage settling over me. I open my eyes and he’s smiling at me, so beautiful that it hurts. Seeing him so open, every single one of his scars on display, unlocks my heart.

He may be a monster, but he’s the monster promising me every dark part from his world—and all of the light from mine.

“I want a baby,” I plead, nodding my head. “I want a baby, Rage.”

“You wantmybaby,” he corrects, pulling free from his boxers. His cock bounces against his abdomen before setting over mine. “Say that you want my baby, Celia.”

My heart skips, but it’s beating too fast for my mind to catch up. “I want your baby.”

Rage slots his cock against my entrance and thrusts, sliding it through my lips without entering, the tip pushing against my clit. My breath hitches as he does this again, one hand wrapped in my hair, the other searing against my hip as he holds me steady. I squirm, knowing exactly where I want him, but he pants hotly in my ear and keeps rubbing me, coating his length in my desire.

“Say it again,” he rumbles, nipping my earlobe. “Tell me that you want my baby.”

“I want your baby.”

“Louder.”

“I want your baby!”

“Fuckingpromise me,” he hisses, gripping my hair so tightly that it stings. He leans on his forearm and gazes into my eyes, his own narrowed into slits. “Promise that you want my baby, that you’llhavemy baby, that you’ll fuckinglovemy baby.”

“I will!” I cry, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, crashing our lips together. When I break for air, I hold him close, panting into his mouth. “I’ll have your baby, Rage. I’ll love them, keep them, treasure them.”

Until my dying day.

He punches his hips and slams inside of me, growling as he claims my mouth. “Oh,krosotka, my beautiful girl. So ready to be a mother.”

I cry out, but he swallows the sound, groaning as he buries himself to the hilt and grinds his pelvis into mine, the pressurecausing pain, but the heat and swell of his cock fuckingmagnificent.I keen as he pulls out only to slam back in, hitting the deepest parts of me.

“I’m going to pump you so full of my cum,” he moans, “so fucking full of me.” His cock twitches and he pants. “Fuck, mama, I’m already gonna bust. Take my seed. That’s it.That’s it.” He bursts deep inside, his cock pulsing as it fills me. The hot, wet sensation between my legs makes me wrap them tighter around his waist, keeping him inside. I don’t want a single drop wasted.

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