Page 90 of Rage's Heart

It had been too long since I’d felt his skilled mouth working me over, bringing me to the edge only to back away, building my pleasure higher and higher with each swipe of his tongue. Two thick fingers slipped inside me while his lips continued sucking on my clit.

My head went back. “Yes.”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled against me. “Let me hear how much you’ve missed me.”

His fingers curled upward, finding that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

Oh god. It was too much.

“Rage,” I panted, my thighs beginning to shake. “I’m going to?—”

“Come for me,” he demanded, his fingers fucking me harder and faster. “Let go, baby.”

And that was all it took.

My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath as my back arched and my fingers tightened in his hair. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me as he worked me through it, not stopping until I was screaming out his name.

Rage lifted his head, his mouth and chin glistening with the evidence of my pleasure, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I breathed. My limbs felt boneless as I stared up at the ceiling. “I think I just died and went to heaven.”

He grunted, rising to his feet to tower over me. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

I watched, mesmerized, as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his legs to free his thick cock. He was hard and throbbing, the tip already shiny with a bead of precum. My mouth watered at the sight.

“I want to taste you too,” I said, pushing myself up on my elbows. “Let me?—”

“Later,” he cut me off, voice firm as he stroked himself once, twice, and again. “Right now, I need to be inside you. Need to feel your pussy wrapped around me. It’s been too fucking long.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I needed him just as desperately.

Moving further up on the bed, I spread my legs wide in invitation. “Then take what’s yours, baby.”

Rage’s control visibly snapped. He was on me in an instant, the solid weight of his body pressing me into the mattress as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Look at me,”“ he demanded, one hand coming up to cup my face. “I want to see your eyes when I push inside you.”

I met his gaze, overwhelmed by the love and desire I saw there. “I love you,” I whispered, reaching up to run my fingers along the line of his jaw.

“I love you too.” His voice was thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt.

We both gasped.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel even better than I remembered. So tight, so fucking perfect.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more. “Move, baby. Please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Drawing his hips back, he thrust forward again, setting a rhythm that had me clawing at his shoulders and crying out with pleasure. Each stroke was hard, hitting all the right spots inside me.

“Is this what you needed?” he panted against my ear, his pace increasing. “My cock stretching you open, filling you up?”

“Yes,“ I moaned, meeting his thrusts with movements of my own. “God, yes.”

“Tell me,” he demanded, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasped, pleasure spiraling tighter in my core.

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