Page 43 of Rage

“Something funny?” she asked breathlessly as my hand slipped the last button free and tugged the edges of her shirt apart, baring her breasts to my gaze. She had on some sort of thin, lacy number that looked thin enough to rip apart with my bare hands. I was tempted to try, just for show.

“You’re cute when you blush,” I said, shrugging away her concern. “Now, let me admire this gorgeous creation before me.”

“You’ve got a hell of a sweet-talking tongue, Arkady,” she sassed as I grabbed her wrists and dragged them above her head. “What do you plan to do to me?”

“Everything.”

And I meant it, too.

I wanted to taste her, breathe her in, listen to every sound and sigh and scream she made so I could catalogue it in my brain for the rest of eternity. I wanted to drown in her, like I’d always fantasized about when I went back to my dorm alone and jerked one out to the memory of her lips around the head of a beer bottle, or the way she chased a straw with her tongue when she was wasted.

“Do you still do that thing with your tongue?” I murmured absent-mindedly as I kissed my way down her chest, skimmingthe space between her breasts before continuing further south, promising myself I’d come back and pay attention to those later.

“What thing?” she asked, sucking in a breath as my tongue dipped into the divot of her navel. “Oh, fuck, why is that so hot?”

“Should I do it again?” I teased, letting my tongue trace around the outside rim once more before trailing back up the way it came, heading for the bountiful breasts I’d abandoned. “Or do you wanna find out how it feels to have my mouth on your tits?”

“Oh, please continue,” she gasped, her back arching as she squirmed beneath me, one of her hands coming down to thread her fingers in my hair. “Don’t let me stop you.”

My lips closed around one of her pert nipples through the practically see-through fabric, and she moaned, her voice unrestrained now as her back came off the bed and she ground her hips into mine.

I couldn’t fight the chuckle that bubbled from my lips, tickling her sensitive skin as my tongue swirled around that taut nub. “You like that, huh?”

“I—I, I think I’m going to come,” she said suddenly, her whole body taut as a bowstring. “Oh, fuck?—”

I felt her whole body shake as I bit down gently, flicking my tongue across the tip of her nipple as she came silently, her hands fisted in the sheets around her, eyes closed, teeth clamped down on her bottom lip like it was killing her to hold it in.

I didn’t want her to hold it in. I wanted to hear her. I wanted my name on her lips.

“Say my name, Tara,” I growled, my tongue already working on the other side, a hand trailing down to her waistband. “I need to hear my name on your lips?—”

“I—I can’t,” she whimpered, sadness tainting that beautiful voice.

She broke my heart with those two words.

Chapter Five

Tara

Icouldn’t call out his name when I came, because, to my addled brain, hewasn’tArkady. Thatotherasshole was. He’d tainted that name for me, and now, it threatened to ruin the first perfect sexual experience I’d ever had.

Fuck, I came from just nipple play, something that hadneverhappened before. I ached for him, burned for his touch, his taste, in ways I couldn’t explain, and yet?—

“He ruined that for me, didn’t he?” the real Arkady asked from above me, and I closed my eyes, throwing my arm over my face, as if blocking out his eyes could save me from the shame.

I nodded slowly, hating the way he sounded so wounded. So lost.

I wanted to give him something, after what he’d just given me.

And then it hit me.

“Kade,” I whispered, hoping this wasn’t just another drunken memory I’d misremembered. “He might wear your name, butyou’rethe only Kade.”

I never called the imposter that name, thinking he’d abandoned that nickname after college. Turned out, the fake hadno idea I’d called him that when we took that hidden cantina photo. But this one, therealone, he?—

“I thought you forgot,” he whispered against my skin, leaning down to capture my lips with his. “I thought?—”

“Kade,” I said, stronger, more confident this time, my voice louder and right against his ear as he groaned and ground his hard cock against me. “I want you?—”

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