Page 229 of Rage

I scoot next to her in bed and stifle a giggle.

“What?” she asks, raising a single brow.

“This reminds me of the first night we were together,” I say with a small smile. I want to stay here, with her. Will she let me?

“Thank you for saving me, Davey.” The earnest look in her blue eyes is striking. As her small, capable hand reaches to touch my cheek, I lean into it, and my eyelids slide shut.

“I’m glad I could help.”

Gently, she pulls me down, and her soft lips brush against mine, setting my body ablaze. Slow, languid strokes of hertongue against mine have me writhing for any friction. Finally, I trail my fingers down her small breasts. Everything about Lenora seems small, save for her presence. It’s big enough to command an entire group of people to safety. I’m awestruck by her resilience and strength in the face of all her experiences.

Careful not to touch her wound, I slide my hand between her legs, and I’m captured by her warmth.

“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper, trailing kisses down her slender neck, all the way to her waist. I lick my way down her body; she’s a heady aphrodisiac.

“I’m actually fine with that, seeing as I can’t move much at the moment.” Her lopsided grin is so carefree and soft, my heart almost pounds out of my chest.

With no rush, I make my way between her legs and taste her for the first time. She’s a heady mix of salty and sweet. My groan reaches her ears, and her hand fists in my hair as I stroke her softly with my tongue.

Divine.

“You taste so good. Tell me what you like. I want this to be good for you too.”

“Davey, there is nothing you could do down there that wouldn’t be good. I can’t come from penetration, so as long as you touch my clit, I’ll be just fine.” She huffs and inhales as I use my fingers to massage her outer lips, squeezing and gently releasing, helping the blood flow exactly where I want it.

“Oh, fuck. What was that?” She moans above me, and the praise makes my heart soar.

“Shh. Just relax and enjoy it,” I murmur, never taking my eyes off her pink, puffy core. The more I massage, the stiffer her clit gets, and I can tell by the arousal leaking from her pussy that she’s turned on.

Pressing the flat of my tongue against the bundle of nerves, I swipe up and down as her body writhes and shakes underneath me. I take a second to admire her as I blow softly on her clit.

“Shit, please, Davey. More,” she wheezes. Hearing her beg is not something I ever imagined, but it shoots pleasure directly into my veins.

I latch onto her aching clit and suck gently then flick the tip of my tongue. Her back almost bows, but her wound keeps her attached to the bed. Then, I do the most unhinged thing I have ever done in my life: I trace my name on her clit. I’m exactly where I want to live for the rest of my life—right between her legs.

When her body shakes and a scream explodes from her mouth, I lap at her wetness, drinking down everything she has to give me. As she catches her breath and comes down from the high of her orgasm, I make my way back to the pillows and stare at her.

“That was…insane. Holy shit.”

“Thank you for saving me too, Lenora.” I can see safety in her eyes, and when she grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers while drifting back to sleep, I know I’ve found my home.

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