Page 68 of Into the Light

When we finally pulled away, our lips were swollen, our breaths ragged, and our hearts pounded in unison. We gazed at each other, both lost in the lust.

Rain leaned his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning over my lips. “Ember,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

I smiled, my heart overflowing with emotion. “Me too.”

The words came tumbling out like the true confession they were. I felt every bit ready, nervous, and filled with a deep want for this man. A desire from within my core that stretched throughout my body. A need that was so . . . primal and carnal, yet full of sweet lust and love. Our lips met once more in a lingering, sweet kiss, sealing our fate.

But quickly, our mouths were doing more than just kissing. Our tongues found their place intertwined with each other as I grabbed his neck and pulled one of my legs over his other thigh so I was straddling him.

My hands dug into his coarse dark-black hair as I ground my hips into his, deepening the fevered need that I had exploding throughout every part of my body.

He carefully pulled away, but his hands found their place along my hips.

“Are you sure?” They were the only words he murmured, but with the way his tone sounded raspy, I knew he was starving in the same way that I was.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Our mouths met again, and I grabbed the hem of my shirt, peeling it over my head and exposing the lace bralette I was wearing. I was . . . well endowed, so this choice of undergarment was chosen for comfort, not for being shuffled to a country house where I was going to fuck my . . . friend, or whatever we were calling him nowadays.

I huffed in a laugh, imagining if I called him a friend out loud. What kind of punishment that would get me—or, wait . . .

“What’s got you so distracted?” Rain asked, and I pulled back, a smile twisted on my lips.

“I was just thinking how we’ve been at each other’s throats.” He nodded. His rough, thick lips met the delicate warmth of my skin as he grazed down my neck, leaving in his wake a trail of sloppy kisses.

“Mm-hm?” he murmured as he continued to indulge.

“And I was thinking of how much we’ve had to work to get to this point.” His tongue joined in on the kissing, and I let out a moan. My chest heaved up toward his as my nipples perked with the quick brush of his skin against the delicate fabric that was between us.

“Yeah?” he murmured.

“And I think . . .” I paused because I didn’t know how ballsy I wanted to be in this moment, but then the part of me growing hungry for him was likefuck it.

“I need to be punished for being a bad, naughty girl.”

His lips stopped moving, his breath quickened, and his pulse was so fast it was practically jumping out of his skin.

I looked down at him with a glint in my eye, and the man in front of me was different from the man who held me tenderly just moments before.

“Stand up, Em,” he demanded, and I obliged.

I was in my jeans and red bralette with my very hard nipples while his blue orbs drank me in—devouring every single ounce of me from head to toe.

“Is that how you want this?”

“Yes.”

That was why Rain intrigued me—drew me in. He was this perfect concoction of gentle, sweet, and protective outside the bedroom, but inside, his possessive and dominant side raged.

“When you caught me fucking the girl in the room last year, you were a curious little one who watched?”

I nodded.

“And you want me to do that to you?” he asked, and I nodded again.

“No.”

I moved to take off my jeans—Wait . . .

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