Page 82 of Ravage

I grab the side of her underwear, ripping it aside forcefully. Avery lets out a gasp into my mouth as my finger wastes no time in running along her wet slit. I cup her pussy with my palm, pressing my middle finger in until it slides into her warmth. She's already wet, just from kissing me, and I store that knowledge away to reflect on later when she no doubt runs from me.

My finger glides in and out of her, feeling her clench around me. It's not enough for either of us, so I add another one while my thumb finds her clit. I draw circles around it, thrusting myfingers rhythmically into her eager body as she rolls her hips with need.

"Damon…" she moans, and I hear myself growl, dragging my teeth along her bottom lip.

I need to see her, reluctantly pulling my face back. Avery's lips are kiss-bruised, swollen and pink, while her eyes appear hazy. But she's looking right back at me, lips parted as she pants softly.

"Show me," I say, curling my fingers inside of her. "Show me what you look like when you come. I want to make you come so hard that it will ruin your life in the best fucking way possible."

Her breath hitches at my words, eyes widening slightly. There's a glint in them, her lip curving into a smile even as she struggles to breathe properly.

"You've already ruined me," she murmurs.

"Then what's one more bit of destruction?" I press harder into her body, dragging my thumb over her clit.

She squeezes hard around me, almost stopping me from withdrawing, like her body can't bear the idea of my fingers leaving. My head dips to the side, lips locking onto her neck as I suck and lick the soft skin. The combination sends her over the edge, a whimper breaking free as she shudders, hips pushing down as she rides the high, moaning my name.

Our hips grind together, my cock threatening to bust through the dull gray material. I'm frustrated at the clothing between us, wanting to feel her naked body against mine. But it's not the time. I don't deserve it yet. Making her come was the most rewarding prize anyway, and I treat myself to a taste.

Bringing my hand up to my lips, I lock eyes with her, popping my fingers into my mouth. Avery's eyes flash with heat and when she leans forward to grip my wrist, I nearly turn feral as she encloses her mouth around my finger.

My hand shoots forward, grabbing her throat to hold her in place as she sucks my finger. She stills, but the lustful lookdoesn't disappear. I strum my fingers along the side of her neck, a smirk pulling on my face at the pretty red marks that decorate her throat now. I take pleasure in that alone, as if she's now my proud trophy—afuck youto the system that's tried hard to keep us apart and destroy my life.

"Are you scared?" I ask her, applying more pressure.

She shakes her head slightly. "No," she breathes out in a staggered effort.

"I should tell you to run," I reply. "But I fear I'd just chase you now."

Slowly, I let go of her throat, watching as she takes deep breaths to calm herself back from the post-climatic high.

We stay like this for a few more minutes, until I notice that her legs are starting to cramp. I help lift her off my lap, shifting her over to the bed. She stretches out her legs, leaning against the wall.

Her face glows, eyes unfocused as we sit in silence. I think we both realize that we've now crossed the line and there's no going back. Not that I want to—I can't.

Having her light here is what's keeping me grounded in the dark. I was so close to letting myself fall after speaking to my father, but she pulled me back from the brink.

She's the reason I have to stay strong. I can't let her down—or Grey, or Byrone, any of the society members… hell, even Theo fucking Ashwood.

I promised my father a painful death and I intend to keep that promise. And if he gets that judge to grant his request, it just means we need to find another way to shut down Lilydale.

This place is a mockery of my mother's life and death. I'm going to destroy it, so that her true legacy can live on.

I'm not going to stop until we're all free.

Chapter 29

Avery

Toward the end of free time we meet up with Grey in the library. He fills us in on his day, and to be honest, I didn't even realize the new guy was an issue and on our radar. But Damon and Grey rarely miss things.

While telling us about Rian's unfortunate incident in the bathrooms, I spot Grey's eyes darting down to my neck. He doesn't comment on it, but the frequent glances set alarm bells off in my mind. I haven't checked myself in a mirror since we left Damon's room, but my mind is a whirlwind of flashbacks—his mouth on my neck as he made me explode.

It dawns on me that I might have marks on me, but for once, Grey doesn't appear bothered by it. If anything… he seemsamused?

Even though I don't want to get my hopes up, I'm starting to believe his text message was exactly as it seemed—a green light. I practically tortured myself searching for answers and hidden meanings, scared to hurt him. But it was loud and clear as day.

I don't know what has changed for him, but judging by the way he looks at me, it's not his feelings. That's a relief becauseI don't ever want to lose him. Maybe I'm a little fucked up for liking multiple people, but I can't fight how I really feel. If Theo's sister's story has taught me anything, it's that being untrue to yourself can be damaging. I was already lost before I came here, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I belong. I don't want to lose that.

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