Page 75 of Revel

Shoving into her again, and again, it’s hard enough the breath in her lungs expels in an oomph. I do it again, gathering her wrists together tightly behind her back. My mouth finds her shoulder again, wishing I could drink her in, get drunk on her moans.

I fuck her hard.

I bite until I draw blood.

Until she screams and cries from pleasure and pain.

I sink into her, over and over again, her beautiful ass bouncing into me. Letting go of her, I give one last push to the back of her head, my mouth easing up. “Don’t move your head.”

She nods but says nothing.

Admiring the raised marks across her back, I smile, loving that I left my marks on her, ones I know after she’s gone will be black and blue. Ones that will remind her who owns her.

The thought of her remembering, even in my absence, drives me forward. I also know I can’t hold on much longer. Not when I catch a side view of the makeup smeared across pink cheeks.

For years all I thought about was this. Claiming her, owning her body if I couldn’t have her attention. And the fact that she’s let me now, willingly, I’m honest when I say, I think I’ve fallen in love with her.

Fuck you, I tell myself. Fuck her and forget that useless fucking emotion. And I want to tell her, if you break my heart, I’ll fuck you up. It’s not the truth, because I know myself well enough to realize I’m the only one who’ll fuck this up.

She’s so responsive to my every movement and so wet, my balls and the fronts of my thighs are soaked with her juices. Letting go of her wrists, I take a hard grip on both her ass cheeks and spread them apart until her tight asshole puckers, begging me. I press down with my thumb. She responds with a moan of pleasure.

A fucking moan.

I think I just met my soul mate.

With how wet she is, I wouldn’t need any lube if I wanted to fuck her ass, and I know she wouldn’t complain. I want to come in her pussy too bad. There’s time for her ass later.

My breath hisses out between my clenched teeth. Fuck, it’s too much.

Lowering my leg, I sit back on my heels, bringing Red back with me and finally letting her up. I yank her hair until her back arches and meets my chest. Keeping my fist tangled in her hair, I snake my other hand to her breasts. Taking my thumb and index finger, I pinch her nipple.

“Revel. . . ,” falls from her lips, swollen from sucking my cock.

Letting go of her nipple, I press my palm to her cheek and force her to look at me. “Kiss me,” I seethe.

Losing myself in her, it’s easy to forget the world around me. Does it even exist outside this? No, I don’t think it does. Nothing exists outside her pleas for more and my grunts as I drive deep inside her wet cunt. I don’t care about anything aside from filling her with my cum.

I can barely breathe, but I won’t stop. I’m not even sure she is breathing at this point. I think she’s holding her breath in pain but she’s writhing against me, refusing to give up. I think she comes again. I don’t know because all I can focus on is the intensity of mine that surfaces out of nowhere and I’m unable, unwilling to stop once it starts. My hips jerk forward, rolling into hers and I hold onto her so tightly, my moan of pleasure is muffled by my mouth on her shoulder. And then I come, pulsing inside her like I’m pouring my soul inside her. Every muscle tightens, the warmth spreading up through the backs of my legs wrapping around my balls. I drive into her a few more times, every last drop emptied into her.

When I’m able to move again, I help her off me and then stare at her, waiting for her to say something.

“That was amazing,” she breathes, trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks are bright red, blotchy marks covering her chest and neck. She’s fucking beautiful.

I smile, not knowing what to say to her.

IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT

TAYLAN

The lights of the cabin turn the snow into glitter outside the windows as the early morning sun rises over the mountain. Next to me, Revel’s lying flat on his back, our bodies twisted and intertwined between a sheet.

I never ever in my wildest dreams thought I’d be here, with him, alone. Who was that guy last night? No wonder women go crazy for him. Now I understand the obsession with him. Um, yeah, I understood it from the beginning.

Quietly, with my head on his chest listening to the beat of his heart, I trace circles on his stomach, thoughts of last night provoking a slight tug to my swollen lips. Last night. . . it was everything and more. He’d protected and saved me for so long that I don’t think he knew what to do with me once he had me alone. The intensity, the emotions, it’s electric and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

As the night ascends again and we barely move from the bed, seeing him bathed in the firelight, he’s different. His smile, eyes, voice, warmth, it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. We’re different. The taste of him, the way his weight feels pressed against me, it’s engraved in every part of me. It’s as if the world outside this doesn’t exist. Here, together, we’re not Revel Slade or Taylan Ash. We’re not the King of Rock or the Princess of Pop.

Lazy conversation fills our time when we’re not sleeping, and I tell him about my overbearing parents and how I was raised to be the image they wanted.

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