Page 221 of Rage

But her strength is overwhelming, and she rolls me over to return the favor. Except when her hot mouth suctions on my needy body, she uses her teeth to mark me, bites and bruises that remind everyone I’m hers.

Of course, my delusions give me a sadistic version of her that wants my pain and my pleasure.

Inhaling, I can smell her next to me, and it does nothing but stoke the flames of my imagination. I wonder what she tastes like.

Fuuuuck.Circles around my clit become tighter and tighter until my other hand tightens on my straining nipples. I dip two fingers into my core that’s weeping for the deadly hunter in bed next to me, using the heel of my hand to rub my clit. It’s times like these I wish I had more hands.

A little more. I’m so close.

“More. More. Bite me. Mark me. I’m Yours,” I pant, begging for her attention. She makes her way to my pussy; I’m glistening and ready for her mouth. Using her thumbs, she holds me open, stripping me bare and leaving me nowhere to hide. A blush covers my chest as I whine and shake with anticipation. Her knowing smirk and the gleam in her eyes disarm me.

“You’ll get everything you need soon. Let me look at what’s mine. What a gorgeous pussy; so messy for me. Look how needy your little clit is.” As she watches me, spread open, she pinches my clit between her fingers, and I scream out. “That’s it, pretty girl. Scream for me.”

Right.

There.

My back arches off the bed, and I do everything in my power to hold my moan and keep my movements as small as possible.

So, when a stifled groan sings its way to my ears, my eyes pop back open and find those icy blue eyes glazed over and glued to mine. My hand stays buried in my shorts, trying to wind down. But those eyes.

My hand speeds up again, and a second orgasm rips through me with a shout I can’t contain.

Stars burst behind my eyes and, for a moment, all sound evaporates as a vacuum of pleasure sucks me into the abyss. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard—or twice, for that matter. As my heart finds its way back into my chest and my breathing evens out, I replay the little vignette I’d created. But then I remember the groan and her eyes boring into me.

Mortified, my head rolls to the side, too spent to turn my whole body, to see Lenora is indeed there. Not only is she awake, she’s seen me come right next to her. How did I survive the end of the world only to die of embarrassment three years later?

“I-I” What the fuck do I say to her? My post-orgasm brain is insisting I kiss her, but I can’t trust my sex-addled mind right now.

“Do you always come twice like that?” Her voice is huskier from sleep and, my god, I feel like I can come a third time just by listening to her.

“What?” I don’t even know how to finish my own thoughts.

She scoots closer to me, which pulls the tank top dangerously tight across her perfectly small tits, and my eyes glide down to her nipples that are now completely visible.

“I’m not a pervert, I swear.” That’s the only idiotic thing that spews from my mouth. Her laugh is close, and I can feel the heat of her breath across my face.

“Are you sure you’re not a pervert?” My heart speeds in my chest. Fuck. I’ve ruined everything. Where will I go if she kicks me out?

“I-I swear. I’m so sorry,” I breathe. The need to cry is strong. At once, all the overwhelming things of the day come crashing down around me, and my breath saws in and out of my mouth.

“Prove it,” she whispers, watching me intently. My misty eyes do nothing to erase the look in hers. Is she enjoying this? I pull my hands from my shorts, her shorts, but before I can jump from the bed and throw myself into the burning sun, her hand catches mine. The same hand that was just inside of me, dripping with my arousal.

I didn’t even see her move, her obvious skills ramp my desires back up. Wow, maybe I am a pervert.

“You should know,” she begins, fingers tightening around my wrist and pulling me closer to her. “We share most things in this compound. We’re a community. Do you want to be a part of that?”

Why is she talking about this now? My brain was already hazy, but now, my confusion is making me wonder if I’m hallucinating. “Yes, of course! I’m really sorry!” I plead in a strained whisper.

“Good.” That one word is my only warning before my fingers are enveloped in her warm mouth. My breath catches. Her eyes are hungry as they bore into mine, giving me no reprieve. Her moan elicits my own, and I couldn’t turn away if I wanted to. She releases my fingers with a pop, and a smile curves her lips.

“I’ve wanted to know what you taste like since you came out of that shower. My imagination didn’t do it justice.” She’s so cocky and sure of herself, it momentarily takes me off guard. What the fuck is happening? Am I still in my daydreams?

“Tell me what you like.” The commanding tone of her voice has me clenching on nothing. Can I be honest with her? I have never said these things out loud.

My whole life, I’ve been too busy for relationships. The scattered one night stands didn’t give me time to open up to anyone about my needs. They were just to blow off steam. It was too embarrassing to tell someone I just met that I wanted to be degraded and praised,loved. The perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect sister. I took care of everyone and let myself fall to the wayside while life passed me by. What do I have to show for it? A career that means nothing, a dead brother, and only my hand to keep me company. I’m pathetic. And I need someone to tell me exactly that.

“I’ve never told anyone this,” I start.

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