Page 44 of Rage

“You have me.”

I let my hands fall to the bottom of his shirt, yanking it out of his pants, scrambling to remove buttons as fast as possible as he worked on the buttons of my jeans. I was faster, and with a flourish, I jerked that damned button-up over his shoulders and bared his perfectly-sculpted chest to my hungry gaze. I drank in the sight of him, admiring the solid planes and hard muscles that his twin lacked.

Thiswas Arkadios Accetta. His twin was a terrible store-brand impression in comparison.Thiswas what I’d dreamt of all those lonely nights when I let my hand travel into my panties and I whimpered in exasperation as I imagined the man I’d never have.

And now I had him, and I was speechless.

“Shit, you’re beautiful,” I whispered in awe, frozen in time as I just…stared.

“I think that’s supposed to bemyline,” he teased, his hands dragging the zipper of my jeans down, the movement like a tease through the thin fabric of my panties, which were fucking soaked through. “Lift your hips, gorgeous,” his rough voice commanded, and damn it all if I didn’t do exactly that, the jeans like a prison I couldn’t wait to get out of.

“Men can be beautiful, too,” I insisted as he tugged the denim off my hips, down my legs, his breath catching as he took in the matching panties he revealed. “You sure do like to stare,”I observed, ignoring my own appreciation for his body just moments ago.

“Not much to do when you’re locked in a cage for five years.”

I filed that one away for later and bit back a moan as his fingers brushed against my sex, the wetness chilly against my too-hot skin. “Oh, God, please,” I begged, not knowing up from down right now. “Please, touch me there.”

“You like it?” he asked, his rakish grin widening as he brought his fingers back at my command, dragging the tips of them over the center of the wet fabric, teasing my slit as I whined pitifully. “Oh, fuck, yes, you do. I love the sounds you make for me.”

“Need more,” I murmured, half-mindless with need for him. “Kade–”

“Fuck, yes, baby, my name sounds so good on your lips.” I stilled as his fingers gripped the sides of my panties and literally ripped them in half, yanking them free to discard somewhere across the room.

I couldn’t even work up irritation for the loss of my favorite panties, the move was so hot.

“What are you doing?” I asked curiously as he slid down the bed, yanking me to the edge with him as his knees hit the floor.

I watched his eyes tear themselves from my bare pussy to meet my curious gaze, and a frown distorted his beautiful features, making me think I’d done something wrong.

“Has a man never gone down on you before?”

I vaguely remembered a boyfriend once who’d put his lips against me down there, but he’d acted like it was a chore, and promptly came right back up for his own, leaving me in doubt of the stories I’d heard from other girls more experienced with sex.

I shook my head. “Not really.”

“I want you to do me a favor, Tara,” he whispered against the inside of my thigh, his face lowering itself between my legs, hotbreath teasing my skin. “I want you to forget every man that ever came before me. They were just boys, playing a man’s game.” When his lips caressed the peach fuzz atop my mound, I sucked in a breath, prepared for whatever was coming, or so I thought.

“I’m going to show you how a real man treats a woman as delectable as you.”

When his tongue met my clit, it was like a five-alarm fire between my legs.

I moaned, I writhed, I bucked, I even begged as he swirled and dipped and tasted the inside of my pussy with that talented organ. What he displayed in his kisses was nothing compared to what he did between my legs, and before I could blink, I was rocketing toward an orgasm again, my body screaming for release.

“Open up for me, bookworm,” he muttered, his fingers sliding into my wet heat easily. “Let me in this sweet hole so I can show you those stars I promised.”

I spread my legs and sucked in a breath, anticipating pain. Instead, he was gentle, two long digits entering me with all the skills of a seasoned pro. He fucked me with them, and I lost myself to the slow, rhythmic in and out of his fingers as he worked my body the way only a soulmate could. His tongue found my clit again, and he alternated between sucking and licking as I came apart on him, my pussy clenching down on his digits as he wiggled them inside me, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed.

I was pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds, the orgasm was so intense. I’d never felt anything like that in my life, and I screamed his name as I came, feeling a strange sensation as the noisy sound of wet slapping greeted my ears. He pulled his fingers from my cunt, stuck them in his mouth, and savored my taste, ducking his head down to clean me up with his tongue.

Dear God in heaven, if that was being eaten out, the stories were sorely underplayed.

“You still with me, Tara?” he asked quietly, rising from between my legs to brush the sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. “I didn’t kill you, did I?”

“I’m still breathing,” I rasped, feeling greedy for the way I ached for him to fill me now. “Barely,” I amended, feeling the skittering pulse just beneath my skin, throbbing like I’d run a marathon.

I stared down at the prominent bulge at the front of his pants as he stood between my legs, whining in the back of my throat. “Is that for me?”

“Only if you want it,” he said, running a hand over that fucking anaconda. “You have condoms?”

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