Page 89 of Rage's Heart

A shiver racked through me. I loved when he talked dirty. “Then what are you waiting for?” I spread my legs wider.

That was all the invitation he needed. In one fluid motion, he had me pinned to the mattress, his body covering mine as his mouth claimed me in a kiss that was nothing like the careful ones we’d shared during my recovery. This was hungry, desperate, consuming.

I moaned against his lips, arching up to press myself against the hard planes of his chest. His hands were everywhere, reacquainting themselves with my body, trailing fire in their wake.

“Been going out of my fucking mind,” he muttered between kisses as his mouth moved down my neck, biting gently at the sensitive spot below my ear that always made me gasp. “Watching you walk around in those little shorts, seeing you bend over to pick something up. Fucking torture.”

I laughed breathlessly, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his journey downward. “I almost jumped you in the shower this morning.”

His eyes flicked up to mine, a wicked smile curling his lips. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because you would have stopped me,” I pouted, knowing I was right. “You’ve been treating me like I might break.”

“Because you almost did,” he said, his voice suddenly serious as his fingers grazed the scar on my chest. “I almost lost you, baby.”

I caught his hand, pressing it more firmly against my chest. “But I didn’t. I’m here. I’m whole. And I need my man to fuck me like he means it.”

A growl rumbled through his chest at my statement. “Is that what you want, baby?” He pulled down the cups of my lingerie just enough to free my nipples. “Want me to fuck you hard?” His eyes held mine as his mouth closed around the hardened bud and sucked before releasing it with a pop. “Remind you who this pussy belongs to?”

“Yes,” I breathed, not caring how desperate I sounded. “Please, Rage.”

He chuckled low as his hands moved to cup my breasts. “Since you asked so nicely.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples. “But first, I think I need to appreciate this little outfit you’ve got on. Did you buy this just for me?”

I nodded, unable to form words as he continued his gentle torture.

“Stand up,” he commanded suddenly, moving back to give me space. “Let me see all of you.”

Though my legs felt shaky, I obeyed, slipping off the bed to stand before him. His hungry gaze made me feel powerful, wanted in a way only he could make me feel.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice gruff. “Slowly.”

I did as he asked, turning in a slow circle that gave him a view of every angle. When I faced him again, his jaw was clenched tight, his hands fisted at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from touching me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said reverently. “And all mine.”

“All yours,” I confirmed, stepping closer until I stood between his spread knees where he sat on the edge of the bed.

His hands came to rest on my hips, thumbs tracing the edges of the lace thong. “I want to rip this off you,” he admitted, looking up at me with heat in his eyes. “But it looks expensive.”

I laughed, cupping his face in my hands. “I don’t care. I can buy more. I want to feel your hands on me.”

Holding my stare, he hooked his fingers under the edge of the thong and tore the delicate fabric, letting the ruined garment fall to the floor. His hands then moved to the straps of the babydoll top and slid them down my arms until the material was pooled at my feet.

“Keep the stockings on,” he murmured, fingers ghosting across the lace tops that circled my thighs. “They’re fucking hot.”

I felt a rush of wetness between my legs at the raw desire in his voice. Suddenly impatient, I reached for the button of his jeans, but he caught my wrists, stopping me.

“Not yet,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. “My pussy needs a kiss.”

He stood, lifting me effortlessly and depositing me on the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees beside the mattress, he pulled my hips closer to the edge so my legs dangled over the side.

“Rage,” I gasped as he pushed my thighs apart, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.

“Missed this.” His hot breath fanned across my center, making me tremble with anticipation. “Missed the way you taste, the little sounds you make when I lick your pretty pussy.”

I whimpered, my head falling back against the mattress as he lowered his mouth, his tongue sweeping through my folds in one long torturous stroke.

“Oh God.” My hands shot out and gripped onto his hair as he feasted. My man was hungry.

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