Page 48 of Rage's Heart

“Yours,” she agreed breathlessly, arching up as my hand slid under her shirt, finding the soft skin of her stomach. “And you’re mine.”

My lips went to her neck. “Always, baby.” That much, I was sure of.

Her hands shoved at my cut, pushing it from my shoulders. I shrugged it off, tossing it aside before pulling my shirt over my head.

Her fingers traced the tattoos covering my chest and arms.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of looking at you,” she whispered, her eyes dark with desire.

I smirked, hooking my fingers in the hem of her shirt. “My turn to look.”

She lifted her arms, allowing me to pull the garment up and off. The simple black bra she wore did little to conceal the hard points of her nipples.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I breathed, lowering my head to press a kiss to the swell of her breast. Her skin was soft as silk, her scent intoxicating.

“Please,” she whimpered, her back arching as I ran my tongue along the edge of her bra. “Rage…” There was no sweeter sound than her begging for more.

Dropping onto the mattress beside her, I slid my hand under her back and unhooked the clasp of her brow. Slowly, I peeled the fabric off her shoulders and down her arms until she was gloriously naked from the waist up.

“I love these tits.” I cupped her breasts with my hand, the skin perfect and soft.

Her breath started to pick up as I took the nipple into my mouth, sucking gently as my thumb brushed over the other.

She moaned and my desire mounted as she writhed, her hands roaming over my shoulders, down my back, nails digging in just enough to send sparks straight to my cock.

I moved between her thighs, the heel of my palm pressing against the seam of her shorts where I knew she needed me most. Her hips bucked, seeking more friction.

“Oh god,“ she gasped. “Please, baby. Don’t tease me.“

With a grin, I popped the button on her shorts, dragging them and her panties down her legs in one motion. She kicked them off impatiently, now completely naked beneath me.

I took a moment to really look at her, to absorb the sight of what now belonged to me.

Silky shiny blonde hair that was spread across my pillow. Pink plump lips that tastes like nirvana. Eyes as blue as the clearest sky.

This gorgeous, smart, fearless woman loved me. The thought was humbling.

“What are you thinking about?“ she asked softly as her hand came up to cup my cheek.

“How fucking lucky I am,” I admitted, turning my head to press a kiss to her palm.

Her smile was so tender it made my chest ache.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Climbing off the bed, I undressed quickly.

Mac watched my every move, her eyes darkening as her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Let me,” she said, sitting up and reaching for me.

I didn’t protest as she wrapped her delicate hand around my shaft, pumping slowly. The sight of her, naked and on her knees on my bed, her hand working me, was almost enough to make me lose it right then and there.

“Fuck, Mac,” I groaned. “Keep that up and this’ll be over before it begins.”

She smiled wickedly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. “We can’t have that, now can we?”

“Fuck no.” I gently pushed her back, crawling over her once more. My hand slid between her thighs, finding her already slick and ready.

“So wet for me,” I murmured against her throat.

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