Page 75 of Rage

At least, she didn’t wait long. She heard a hiss, then his thumb traced along her bottom lip. The feeling of warm rust-scented liquid coating her lip quickened her breath and she licked it eagerly. He touched her mouth again but kissed her quickly.

Their tongues’ sensual embrace was coloured by the tang of his blood and they moaned in tandem. Groaning, he broke their kiss.

“I need to taste you.”

With anyone other than him, this meant something else entirely but she spread her legs wider. The blade travelled up her inner thigh again. When he pierced her skin, she gasped with delight. Just as quickly, his tongue was swirling along the spot making her shiver.

Castille suckled gently on her thigh and his fingers found her wet core again. Working them steadily on her soft ridges, he moaned against her skin. Overcome with the sensationsshooting like electricity through her body, Batya arched her back and pulled on her restraints.

She never wanted to touch him more than this moment. Then he slid his fingers from her, leaving her on the cusp of release. A whimper stuck at the back of her throat because she knew he was craving climax as much as she was.

“I don’t know which taste I love more,” he whispered in her ear.

To dispel any doubts about what he was talking about, he dips his fingers into her mouth. She lapped hungrily, licking him clean of her juices. When he cursed, she smiled. Just because her hands were cuffed, it didn’t mean she couldn’t drive him crazy.

Mere moments later, Castille ran his velvety shaft along her slick folds. Without thinking, she rolled her hips to grind on him. She wanted him now – deep and thrusting and claiming every inch of her. Finally, he pierced her entrance and she breathed out a satisfied moan.

After months, she’d memorized his manhood using her hands and mouth. Still, the pleasure of having her muscles parted by his thick thrusting erection was always dizzying. Bucking her hips to match his rhythm, her fingers curled around the bars of the headboard.

Letting loose a groan, he grabbed her ass cheeks and slammed into her – over and over and over until the room was a cacophony of their bodies coming together and their indecipherable cries. Batya lost all concept of time as she tumbled into the euphoria she’d only ever had with the man emptying his hot essence into her.

She didn’t know how long they lay there – bodies slick with sweat and her cut throbbing – before he released her hands and removed the blindfold. It took quite a few blinks to see him clearly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

His touch was gentle as he cleaned and dressed her thigh. Since her squad mates thought of him as brutal and ruthless, they would never see him as she did. How could she explain what they do? Fortunately, she would never have to.

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