Page 15 of Hellraiser

“Show me how much you want to be inside me, Dre.”

His animalistic instincts took over, and he captured my lips for another kiss, allowing the intensity between us to skyrocket. The heat engulfing us was intoxicating as we surrendered to our desires, letting pure passion dictate our actions.

Dre lifted my pink shirt, revealing my two perfect, mango-sized breasts. Not too small, but not too big. With urgency, he peeled off my shirt and bra, tossing them both to the side. My fingers traced patterns on his bare arms, each touch sparking a fire within him.

My nipples hardened under his gaze, a pure ash gray. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over my skin. My eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping my lips as he took one stiff nipple between his teeth.

I clutched his locs, pulling him closer as I arched into him.

“Dre,” I gasped, my voice filled with such raw need that it only fueled the fire raging within me.

He trailed kisses along my collarbone as his fingers explored the warmth of my searing hot thighs, inching closer to where I needed him most. I bucked forward against his hand, begging for him to touch me. He started to peel down my jeans at the waist and my lace panties too. Shoes, jeans, and panties—I kicked them all off.

Naked, I shivered under his touch. My hand landed on his, guiding him where I wanted him to be.

I moaned. “Please,” I begged, my voice hitching in anticipation.

Dre’s fingers finally touched my wet heat, and I let out a strangled gasp. My body trembled under his touch as he dove into my world of sweet intoxication.

Leaning forward, he captured my lips in another heated kiss. It was a wild mix of teeth and tongue, hot breath mixed with soft sighs. My hand weaved through his locs, desperate to bring himcloser despite the nonexistent space between us. With a hungry growl, he pressed himself against me, making me whimper with desire.

His hands were everywhere—tracing fiery trails over every inch of my exposed butterscotch skin. Rolling my clit with his calloused hands, he paid close attention to the pleasure dancing in my eyes.Fuck.I never thought I’d be craving to see him aching underneath me, yearning to be deep inside me.

Dre fumbled with his belt until he had his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, continuing to play with my clit along the way. He only stopped toying with me for a moment. It was long enough for me to hike up one of my legs and give him a deeper, wetter entry point. I looked down at him as he stared at my perfect pussy with the hunger of a man that couldn’t wait any longer.

He lined himself up at my entrance, slapping his long, thick dick against my sopping-wet honeypot. I moaned as my hand reached down to guide him in.

I purred. “Ooh fuck, Dre.”

He couldn’t respond, lost in the tight sensation of pushing in and out of my silky warmth. Nothing hadeverfelt so fucking good.

My eyes crackedopen the following morning, and I slowly turned my head to see Mercy sleeping naked and peacefully beside me in my bed. Her face was relaxed, her breathing steady, and her nipples were hard as diamonds under my gaze. For a moment, I just watched her, feeling a surge of lust and protectiveness wash over me. Thoughts of the night before danced in my head—her riding my dick under the stars in the back of my truck, the sweet serenade of her moans as she swallowed my nut.

Although I didn’t want to admit it to myself or otherwise, Mercy had my nose wide open. If I was in the business of trying to give my heart away, hold hands, and whatever else lovey-dovey shit niggas did when Cupid shot them in the ass, I’d wantit to be someone like Mercy. She had a smile that could give a thug butterflies, and the type of bark that made my dick throb.

I liked being with her. Better yet, I liked who I was when I was around her.

I don’t want anyone to even look at her. She’s mine to protect.

I felt confused, protective, and something deeper than I was ready to put a name on. I’d never felt this way about another woman before, and it scared the fuck out of me. I was used to being in control of my emotions, being able to turn them on and off with the flick of a switch, and falling in love with a gorgeous spitfire like Mercy was about as far out of control as I could get.

My relationships with women had always been complicated. I didn’t kiss them. I didn’t love them. And I damn sure didn’t trust them. All I did was fuck them.

My trust issues were shaped early by the abandonment of my mother when I was a toddler. The only thing she left behind were a few pictures of us and a deep-rooted feeling of neglect and mistrust.

My father was strict with me growing up, demanding that I go the extra mile. Maybe he was tougher on me because I didn’t have that nurturing maternal figure. I didn’t know. But he always made sure that if I didn’t know anything else, I knew the values of loyalty, something she knew nothing about.

I hated the fact that my mother chose to ditch her family and build a new life with another nigga and raise a new kid like she hadn’t left one behind. It was a bitter fuckin’ pill to swallow. So, I kept my guard up, fearing that any female I let in would eventually leave me, just like that bitch did.

Everything changed when I saw Mercy. I felt like a sucker for catching feelings for her so fuckin’ quickly, but I couldn’t deny the connection I felt with her. My internal mental struggles only added to my protectiveness over her and the difficulty Ihad in telling her how I felt. I wanted to keep her safe from the dangers of my dark world, but doing so meant leaning into the vulnerability that came with giving her my already broken heart.

Gently, I reached out and stroked her long, wavy hair that shielded her right eye, my fingers brushing through the ebony strands. She stirred slightly but didn't wake up. My heart sprinted up to my throat.

I’ll keep my girl safe, come hell or high water.

As I watched her sleep, I thought about the past few days—the arguments, the moments of connection, and our first kiss, and fucking under the stars. I knew we had a long road ahead, but I was willing to face whatever came our way. For her—only her.

I froze when Mercy stirred again. Her eyes fluttered open. She yawned and sat up, stretching her arms before realizing her supple breasts were exposed. I quickly looked away, feeling a mix of emotions, although I’d already seen her naked and buried my dick inside her.

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