Page 62 of Hide From Me

“Just feel,” I whisper against her lips.

I roll my hips back slowly, watching the way her body tries to pull me back in, fluttering around me like I belong there…like she doesn’t want to let me go.

I wish I could grab her phone and snap a photo right now—just to keep this version of her forever. Her nails carve soft crescents into my waist, her head tilted back, throat exposed, lashes fluttering. She’s allowing me to see her true self. There are no walls, no armor—just Raylen, unguarded and breathtakingly beautiful. I shift, resting one knee on the edge of the crate to angle myself just right, hitting the spot that makes her toes curl behind my back.

“Just like that, baby,” I groan as she whimpers, catching her lip between her teeth to hold the sound in. “The sooner you realize you’ll never be able to hide from me, the better it’ll be.”

It’s taking everything in me not to lose control. Not to bury myself in her until she can’t think, until I’m part of her bones. Our noses brush, breath mingles as her hips arch off the wood, chasing more.

“You’re going to make me feel things I don’t want to,” she breathes, and her lips graze mine. I grin, dragging my fingers down her stomach until my palm presses flat over her abdomen, applying pressure until the soft flesh dips beneath my touch.

“Is that a challenge?” I murmur. Her thighs tighten around my hips just as my fingers slip down and circle her clit. They tease with barely-there brushes, perfectly timed with the slow, deliberate roll of my hips.

“If it is,” I growl, pulling back until just my tip remains inside her. “I believe I’ve already won.”

Before she can speak, I thrust back in deep. Her eyes roll and lips part with a broken moan. For once, this doesn’t feel carnal; it feels close. Real. Her pleasure is raw, and I soak it in, every gasp and shiver.

My knees tremble, so I pull a busted chair from beside the crate behind me with my foot. I grip her hips tight enough to bruise, and fall into the chair, pulling her to straddle me.

I can’t help but wonder if it’s the same chair my mother used to tie Cordelia to while they were holding her hostage. Is it the same one she broke free from when the bullet was fired from my gun, and she thought I had shot the love of her life?

I can't help the way my head falls back against the wood backrest or the moan that rumbles my chest at the feeling of being so deep in her. That coiling deep in my abdomen only intensifies as her lips trace my collarbone to the other side, and she rolls her hips, testing the feeling of the new position.

“That’s where you're wrong.” It's a grumble, contradicting the way she raises to slip down my shaft again slowly. She could easily speed things up, take everything into her own hands, and get this done as quickly as she wants, but it almost feels like she's savoring the moment. Maybe it's just my imagination purely clouded by lust, making me think that her hands are diving into my hair, and her lips are the ones attacking mine this time. There's no way it's her tongue slipping into my mouth taking control as her hands slip down my arms to guide me to her arse, where I grip the soft flesh.

“There’s no winning here.” She growls into my mouth, but I can't focus on the words, too focused on how she waits for me to guide the way she bounces on my cock and how uneven my breathing gets as my legs spread wider so I can fuck back up into her.

“You want to know what I feel at this moment?” she moans, breaking away from my kiss to pull off my mask and toss it to the floor. She runs her fingersthrough her hair as her head tilts back. Thank goodness the electricity is out in this place because I’ve never seen anything sexier than watching her silhouette move in fluid motions as the musky air transforms into the scent of just her and me. What was she saying again? Is this how she feels when I talk to her while teasing her on the edge?

“I feel the temporary fix. The high that feels so good but won't last long enough.” My jaw clenches the longer she speaks, my fingers digging into her flesh, slowing her to a languid roll so her clit has no choice but to be stimulated. Her hand falls to my chest, eyes fluttering until they're hooded and focused on the spot. Her thumb traces a scar, then trails down to trace another. She's close—so close—but she's pulling away, refusing me what I want, like she always does. How is she the only person I let affect me like this? When she denies me, I take it. When she pushes me away, I come back ten times harder. Leaning forward, I capture her nipple between my lips, letting my teeth graze the sensitive bud until she squirms, desperate to move again, but I hold her in place.

“I feel the monsters threatening to jump out and ruin the dream.” She mewls, tracing her hands back up to my shoulders. I release her supple flesh and bring a hand to the nape of her neck, letting my fingers tangle in the hair there to tug her mouth back to mine.

“I'm the monster, though,” I mutter, losing my hold on her arse, and she eagerly starts her motions again, sucking me in at such a pace the warm wet heat has me gasping and panting against her mouth. My grip on her hair refuses to let her devour my mouth like she keeps leaning in to do.

“I know. I just wish I knew how you would wreck me in the end.” She gasps, finally latching her mouth onto mine despite my hold. She tastes me like I have her so many times, nipping and sucking at my bottom lip like it's the best thing she's ever tasted.

I wish I could tell her I have no intention of hurting her, but the harsh reality is, I can't promise that. Even if this continues to go as I plan, I've already donetoo much. There's bound to be at least one thing I've done that'll break some part of her. I just hope she’ll give me the time to fix it in the end.

“God, baby,” I groan as her head breaks away from mine and falls to my shoulder. Using my hold, I pull her back from me. “Don't do that. Let me see you.”

Her breathing turns into gasps, and her nails dig into my skin deep enough that I hiss. My grip tightens in response. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something so slow yet so intense, but with the look on her face, I know it won’t take much.

“You wanna know how I'll wreck you?” I growl, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her tense form steady so I can thrust up into her deeper than before. “Like this.”

Gripping her jaw, I force attention on me as her full body tenses, and her legs lock at my hips. It's fucking heaven feeling her soak my cock. So much so that I can't help the guttural groan that crawls through my chest as I look down at the slick mess across my lap. Slamming her down on my cock, I hold her steady despite the way she squirms, pushing against me with trembling hands.

“Fuck, baby, thats it. You wanted it so bad before; take it.” I groan, my head falling back as I let the sensation of her tight heat filling with my come overwhelm me.

Shouldn’tshebe the wreck here? Instead, she’s graceful—controlled—even as her body trembles. She rides it out, hips rolling slow, taking every last drop like she’s never wanted anything more.

“We both know that’s not true,” she whispers, barely audible.

I wince as she finally pulls off me and leans back against the crate, visibly shaken but determined. Her fingers brush her thighs as she finds her clothes.

“So you’veneverbegged for my come?” I tease, as she laughs and shakes her head.

“You’re such a dork, you know that's not what I meant.” she huffs, and I almost wince.

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