Page 517 of Rage

Burke wastes no time in circling the car and opening my door. He bends to sweep me off my feet, but I move out of his reach. “I have legs!”

“Keep it up, Clara, because I know exactly what buttons to push to have you begging.”

I can’t help but hide my grin and skirt past him to walk into the house. He is hot on my heels as I run up the stairs to the bedroom.

Before I can strip my clothes off to get in the shower, Burke grips the back of my sweater and pulls me to him. I melt against his chest as his fingers move to remove my outfit.

Trying to turn is futile. He will never control anything outside the bedroom, but when we play, he always makes me feel the safest, even if he calls all the shots.

“That’s my girl,” he growls into my neck.

Burke wraps his hand around my throat and leads me to the bed. I become a puddle of need under his icy blue stare. When the mattress hits the back of my legs, I fall back, and he shucks his clothes off.

He grips my sides, lifting me and scooting me back before he lowers between my legs, propping them up over his shoulders.

“Already wet, my favourite.” His breath traces over my clit, and I clench around nothing.

“Please,” I beg.

Burke doesn’t pay attention to me as he runs his fingers through my wetness and teases me while ignoring my clit. His digits slide into me, curling against the spot inside that makesmy hips thrust. The teasing drives me insane, and my body feels like it’s on fire under the skin. I need him more than anything.

When his tongue slips over my clit, it’s everything, and I tremble under him. I arch, and he continues to lick me as his fingers fuck me. The edge of my orgasm is just out of reach, and he soon pulls away.

“Roll over.” I do as he says. “You listen so well,” he growls.

His hands open me before he thrusts into me. Burke slips his fingers under us to play with my clit. I’m so fucking close, and as he slams into me, I explode. Pleasure courses through my body, and as I try to move away from him, he grips my hair. “Don’t run from me.”

Burke’s rough voice makes my body tingle, and as he continues to thrust into me and play with my clit, I shake under him as another orgasm rips through me. It’s too much, but the closeness of his breath on my neck, and the growls that fill the room are everything I need.

“Use your words.”

“Please, make me come all over your cock again.”

He slows but doesn’t stop. His dick throbs inside of me, and his fingers rub over my clit until I’m milking his cock for the final time. I scream out, our guttural moans mixing in a symphony only made for us.

Burke pulls out, and I turn over. He kneels on the bed and jerks his cock, staring down into my eyes. I open my mouth, and he groans.

“I love when you look at me like this. See how hard I am for you? How much you are going to make me come?”

He fills my mouth, and I swallow while maintaining eye contact. He kneels forward, kissing me before wrapping himself around my body.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Forever, Dragonfly.”

He’s the person I’ve been searching for, the man who will help me clean up any mess I make, who never judges when I need to end a life. Burke is the home I’ve spent my entire life trying to find.

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