Page 95 of The Grief We Hold

But I want our play to last.

I repeat the drips on her other breast. My aim isn’t as accurate, partly because of Raven’s frantic breathing. Perfect ivory circles of wax solidify on her chest. There’s a narrow red ring around the first drop, and while I’d never do anything to hurt her in violence, this is different.

I hold the candle over her breast but don’t tip it.

Instead, I look at Raven’s eyes, wide and bright, fixed on the candle. She wants this as much as I do. Her heels pedal against the sheets.

“Needy girl. Beg me to tip the candle.”

Her eyes move to mine, her cheeks pink. “Please, Axel. It felt so good to just…”

I lean closer to her. “To just what?”

“Disappear into this.”

I know what she means. How it feels to be so in the moment with another person that the rest of the world just disappears. When the world coalesces around a single thing you can’t see past. For Raven, it’s the next drip of wax.

“Good girl,” I say, and move my hand to run a line of drips across her breasts.

She throws her head back, something she does when she’s getting close to coming, I’ve noticed. Her hips roll, still seeking.

Pre-cum leaks from my cock. Should probably talk contraception, at some point, because I sure as fuck want to ride her bareback. I owe her a blood test but didn’t get around to it this afternoon as planned because of her conversation with Margie.

“Wraith,” she begs. “I’m so close to coming again.”

“Cover your mouth. I don’t want you to scream,” I warn.

Then I move down the bed, and this time when I pour, it hits her mound, avoiding her clit. And as she arches off the bed, I slap her pussy three times hard and fast.

When she comes again, it’s a relief for both of us. But the intensity of it blows me away. I wanted honesty, but this stripped-back version of Raven is so fucking incredible, I can barely see straight.

I slam the candle down on the side table so hard that hot wax sloshes over my fingers and burns for a second, but I shake it off, not giving a shit where the drips land. The condom is on in a heartbeat, and then…

“I really want to rail you hard, sweetheart,” I say, my lips close to her ear. “Can I do that to you?”

“Yes. I want to be your good girl.” Her eyes are a little glassy. She’s in some kinda space right now. Wide open to whatever I want to do to her.

“You alreadyaremy good girl. Are you sure you can take that right now?” I ask, suddenly protective of her.

“Please. I want you to come as hard as I did.”

Don’t know what it is about this woman, but it’s like I’ve never fucked before. My cock throbs with impatience. Muscles throughout my body are pulled taut. And for the first time in fuck knows how long, I’m worried I’m gonna nut as soon as I thrust inside her.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I say as the feelings I’m trying to restrain leak out of me like I’m a sieve.

That breathtaking smile of hers hits me in the gut as I reach between us, line my cock up with her slick opening, and thrust hard, grunting as I do.

“Axel,” she hisses, as I coil my hips and ram into her again.

Sex is a multi-sensory sport, and the sound of us slapping together tilts my axis.

I lie down on top of her, letting her take more of my weight than she’s probably comfortable with, and rut with her like the fucking stallions at the ranch do when we breed ‘em.

It’s raw, unbridled. I escape in her. Can’t think of anything except the way her cunt sucks me in.

I wrap my arms tightly around her and roll us. But once I’m on my back, I don’t let go of her. I keep her body tight against mine, her cheek pressed against my pecs, my hand heavy on her ass.

Thrusting up into her shakes the whole bed.

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