Page 584 of Rage

I kneel behind her, my fingers tracing along the delicate lace of her panties, the heat radiating from her skin nearly intoxicating. I blow cool air on her dripping cunt, her reaction immediate and full of need. She sucks in a sharp breath, her back arching instinctively, driving her closer to me.

"So, this isn’t what you wanted?" I tease, my fingers expertly working the fabric aside to reveal her glistening treasure. The response I receive is a soft, pleading moan that resonates deep within me, stirring an insatiable hunger.

“Are you all talk or—” Her words are cut off by the harsh slap of my palm meeting her ass once again—a reminder of her place. It seems Raine has more of a backbone than I thought or maybe I just bring out the beast in her.

"Shall I retrieve a ball gag? You’d be hot as fuck, lying there, taking everything I want to give you without that backtalk that seems to accompany everything you say," I suggest, letting my fingers skim the freshly reddened flesh.

She shivers under my touch, goosebumps erupting across her skin, and in a sudden burst of movement, I rip the lace ofher underwear to shreds, tossing the remains behind me like confetti.

"Hey!" she screeches, her surprise fueling a rush of adrenaline through my veins. But before she can voice her frustration any further, I dive between her legs, tasting her sweetness. My tongue flicks expertly against her sensitive folds, each deliberate move eliciting gasps and moans from her that resonate in the air like a symphony of raw desire.

"You taste divine," I growl into her skin, tasting the essence of her eager arousal. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as I drink her in. Her breaths grow more erratic, each gasp matching the rhythm of my movements, and I can sense her pulse quickening.

"Huxley, please…" Raine gasps, her voice thick with need, and the bravado she wore moments ago is stripped away, leaving her vulnerable and more enticing than ever.

I can’t help but chuckle, the sound rich and deep, vibrating through her core. "Not yet, Firefly. Let’s play a little longer."

“Huxley!” she cries, a mix of annoyance and longing lacing her words, and the desperation in her voice urges me on. Each cry drives me to explore her further, to guide her closer to the edge where I know the real magic happens.

Each flick of my tongue, each deliberate kiss and caress, stokes the flames of desire between us. I want to make her feel every bit of the wild hunger I've awakened in her. Tonight, the fire will burn hotter than before, and when all is said and done, I’ll have her begging for more.

“Do you want to fly, my sweet Firefly?” I murmur against her skin, my voice thick with desire, watching as she nods fervently, the fight long gone. I have her right where I want her.

“Beg me,” I command, my voice low and dangerous as I pull back slightly, teasing her soaked cunt with my fingertips.

“Please, Huxley,” she whimpers, the need evident as she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes pleading.

“Good girl,” I praise softly, allowing my desire to mix with pride as I finally relent, pinching her clit. She yelps, then screams into the pillow, her voice a perfect melody to my ears as I thrust my fingers in and out, licking and devouring her delicious honey.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, Raine. Swallow every inch until you’re coming all over me,” I demand, the words leaving my mouth like a growl.

She arches her back, each thrust of my fingers drawing her closer to the precipice, our bodies entwined in a dance as raw and primal as the two flames that we are.

“Let go for me,” I whisper, feeling the tension building in her body. She grabs handfuls of the sheets, desperation coating every inch of her skin. Raine’s body responds with a fury, her muscles contracting as she succumbs to the crescendo of pleasure I’ve orchestrated.

“Now, Raine!” I command, and her cries envelop me, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm, spilling warmth all over my fingers.

As she rides the waves of ecstasy, I lean down beside her, my breath mingling with hers, gasps and moans slowly fading to silence, leaving us tethered by the intimacy of that shared moment.

Raine, still recovering from the aftershocks, turns to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Is that all you’ve got?"

I chuckle, knowing that this was only the beginning of our night. "Oh, you have no idea, Firefly. This is just the warm-up, and I plan to take you higher than ever before."

Chapter Five

Raine

Huxley’s hands roam across my body with a deliberate slowness, igniting a craving that I had never previously acknowledged was simmering beneath the surface. Each brush of his fingers feels like a feather-light touch that ignites my nerve endings, awakening a wildfire of sensations in me.

With a sudden, overwhelming surge of need, I pull him closer, my heart racing like a stampede. My fingers thread through the luxurious dark strands of his hair, pulling him into me hungrily, as if I could consume him entirely. His hand trails down the curve of my side, stopping just above my breast, causing me to gasp as his thumb grazes my nipple.

A soft moan slips from my lips, involuntarily escaping as I feel the heat pool between my thighs. “God, Raine,” Huxley groans, his breath warm against my neck, sending shivers racing through me. I arch into his touch, craving more, desperate for the feeling of his body against mine.

“What are you doing to me?” I breathe, and the thrill of my own voice surprises me. His eyes darken, an ocean of burning need that threatens to drown us both.

“Fuck, Raine, you’re stunning,” he growls fervently, almost feral in his desire. A moment of hesitation grips me, my instincts trying to force my arms to cover myself, the cruel echoes of my father's words flooding my mind.

“Don’t hide from me, Firefly,” he commands, his voice low and demanding, igniting something within me that screams to let go. There’s something about the way he looks at me, as if deciphering a puzzle only he can solve, that makes me want to slowly uncover every curve, every secret.

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