Page 60 of Rage

“I can cut it off,” Zaiden offers, and I shake my head.

“No. But the mood is dangerously close to being ruined,” I warn, blood soaking through my scrubs.

Zaiden’s quicker to move than me, hopping up onto the table behind me. Missionary isnoteasy at seven months pregnant.

Hands return to my hips, pulling on my scrub bottoms and I wiggle my butt to ease the slide down. Cool air kisses my skin and I forget about the body in front of me when his fingers return to stroking through my folds.

I moan, pushing back, wanting to be impaled.

“So wet,” he murmurs, and there’s rustling behind me. Then I feel it, firm, velvety smooth skin sliding along my pussy.

“Yes, give it to me,” I whimper, impatiently shuffling backwards.

Smack.

“Oh!” I gasp out, ass cheek stinging. I whimper, wanting it again and him inside me. I want both.

“So eager,” he growls, sliding a palm up my arched back until he’s gripping my ponytail. Gently, he tugs on it, forcing my head toward the ceiling while guiding his cock inside me.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, eyes closing in bliss. He feels so good, cock pressing into all the places I need him.

Smack. I tighten around him, a shudder traveling through me. Fuck, he’s reading my mind. Or maybe we’ve done this enough times for him to know what I need in each situation.

“Fuck me, little raven,” he rasps, hips slamming forward, rocking me. I clench, whining at the fullness. My hips shift forward, then back again to meet his next thrust as he ordered. His thrusts are forceful but the pace is slow and I’m panting, needing somethingmoreto shove me over.

“Zai—” His hand moves from my hair to my throat, hauling me up and into him. Fingernails dig into my hip and he loses restraint, snapping his hips into me, then shoving me away with his grip.

Oh, that’s exactly what I needed, tongue lying useless in my mouth, only allowing moans to slip past. Our flesh slaps together, moans and grunts coalescing into the best music.

“Come for me,” he groans, moving his hand to my clit. One brush and I seize in his arms, body tightening. He keeps thrusting through it, grunting in my ear from the tight press.

“Mine,” he snarls, sounding like a man possessed, and I cry out, another orgasm slamming into me with the jerk and twitch of his cock. He grinds into me, working us through the aftershocks.

My body goes lax, slumping in his hold, trusting him implicitly.

I blink drowsily up at the ceiling, relieved that a dead man isn’t the first thing my eyes land on after Zaiden’s rocked my world. Again. He is truly the sweetest addiction.

I didn’t think in a million years anyone could convince me to do this. I glance down and regret it, focusing on the red staining blue. My stomach roils and I wiggle in Zaiden’s hold.

“I want to get cleaned up and I’m feeling a little nauseous,” I warn.

Wordlessly, he slips from me, slides off the table, and pulls me into his arms. Only a second of fleeting concern of falling hits me before I’m surrounded by warmth again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, walking towards the door. I flush at my bare legs, pulling them closer to my rounded stomach.

“If Zac wants to keep his eyes, he’ll remain in the kitchen,” Zaiden states, and I nearly laugh, but I don’t think he’s joking.

Shaking my head at their antics and closing my eyes, I release the tension from the past twelve hours, from the moment I woke up, racing to the toilet to empty my stomach up till the moment I stared down into an open chest cavity with tears stinging my eyes.

Today sucked, butthisis my reward, my haven, the person I can lay down my burdens with and I wouldn’t change a thing about him. I snuggle closer, winding my arms around his neck, letting him look after me as I look after him when his mind turns on him.

We are each other’s balance, each other’s peace. It isn’t always rainbows and sunshine, but it is our happily ever after and we’d kill to keep it.

And as today has proven, if need be, I’ll kill to protect the innocent.

The End.

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