Page 89 of Ravage

Words get caught in my throat as I stare at him in a daze. He drops to his knees in front of me, head level with my pelvis as he uses his thumbs to open me wider.

It feels like I might die when he looks up at me, the two of us locking eyes as his tongue swipes out to glide over my clit. I jolt forward, back hunching over slightly, as my hand rests on the back of his head for stability as he covers me with his mouth, sucking my clit then replacing it with the tip of his tongue.

I can't look away—mesmerized by the sight of him gazing up from his knees while his mouth is glued to me.

Finally, he pulls back, brushing his thumb over the scar on my thigh—the markings left behind from Grey claiming me.

"Mine," he reads, tracing the scarred letters, but it feels more personal, like he's making his own statement.

"I want to see you," I tell him with an edge of desperation, tugging on his hoodie.

Damon stands, a smile visible on his face as he quickly disposes of the hoodie revealing his bare torso underneath. Hard, toned muscles ripple under my touch when my fingers reach out to stroke him.

I slide off the counter, my feet barely hitting the floor before my hands are tugging on the drawstring of his sweatpants. He lets me take the lead, glancing down as my hands grab the top of his sweatpants, pushing them to the floor. There's nothing underneath, my stomach twisting in knots at the realization that this was definitely planned. If it wasn't obvious in his messages, it is now.

He kicks his discarded sweatpants to the side, but my eyes are focused on only one thing. Damon grabs my hand, guiding it to the center of my attention, my fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

"Touch me, Avery," he growls, words sounding more like an order than a plea.

I swallow hard, cheeks a hot shade of pink as I stroke my hand along his length. He's as thick and long as Grey and Theo, my breath catching as I watch him shudder under my touch.

To be able to make him react like that, to watch his face twist in pleasure, it's an intoxicating feeling that I want to drown in.

My confidence grows as I move faster, my hand gripping him firmly—but I can't stop watching his face. His eyes are closed, face full of pleasure but it looks like he's trying to control himself, to let me have this moment and be in charge.

Him. The Circus of the Dead's controlling, emotionless leader.

And now he's mine.

To know that he trusts me enough to do this, to hand over control—it means everything.

Dropping to my knees, I pull my eyes away from his face, gazing in awe at his cock in front of me. I feel his eyes on me, but I don't look up, instead leaning forward to run my tongue along the tip.

"Fuck," he hisses under his breath, hands shooting out to grab my head. There's no pressure though, he waits for me to sink him into my mouth at my own pace, a moan vibrating against his length as I taste him.

I feel his fingers dig into my scalp, hips jerking slightly on their own as my lips drag along his skin. I'm going deliberately slow—for my benefit—to take my time getting to know this part of him. But I can sense his control is nearing breaking point.

When my tongue slides along the bottom of his shaft, he lets out a growl, suddenly stepping back so he falls out of my mouth. Hands tighten around my arms as I'm lifted from the floor, before I'm spun around and bent over the countertop.

I let out a gasp as the cold metal presses against my skin, nipples hardening even more. Behind me, Damon kicks my legs apart as his hand cups my pussy, sliding two fingers in.

There's no time to prepare as he starts fucking me with his fingers fast, cries spilling from my lips as pleasure shoots through my entire body.

Suddenly, his hands are gone from my body, a moan of protest being cut off as they are replaced by the tip of his cock. It's a difference of night and day, taking his time to enter me, inch by inch.

My body stretches around him, his cock sinking into my heat as my fingers attempt to grip the cool metal beneath me. When he bottoms out, he pauses, letting us both relish in the feel of our joined bodies.

Damon leans over me, his chest pressing into my back as he kisses my shoulder blades, brushing my hair aside. "I've waited so long to be inside you," he murmurs against my skin. "You feel even better than I imagined in my dreams."

He pulls back before I can reply, slamming his cock into me. I slide forward with a whimper, reaching an arm back to feel him. My hand rests on his waist as he thrusts into me, keeping my body boxed in against the countertop.

As his hips mold into mine, he grabs a fistful of my hair, ripping my head back. Lips find my neck, attacking my skin as he nips and sucks it into his mouth. He makes his way along my jaw, until he finally gets to my mouth, pressing his lips to mine.

I push my ass back in rhythm with him, his tongue forcefully shoving past my lips. Damon lets go of my hair, hand instead snaking around to grab the side of my face to hold me in place.

My body clenches around him, the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoing around the kitchen. I feel his other hand slide down my waist, curling around the front of my thighs until his index finger touches my clit.

Electricity shoots through my body, my back arching violently into him as he rubs my clit firmly.

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