Page 60 of Forgotten Arcane

“Not fast enough,” Raiden teases from behind me, and a glance back over my shoulder shows him not that far behind, with a huge smile on his face and heat in his eyes.

My smile widens as I put on a burst of speed and sprint away from him, taking random turns and getting myself thoroughly lost in the shelves.

Glancing over my shoulder, I frown when I realize that he’s not behind me anymore. I’m so busy looking behind me that I don’t pay attention to what’s in front of me, and suddenly, strong arms wrap around me tightly as he lifts me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist.

“Gotch ya,” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers of desire down my spine.

He turns us so my back is pressed against the shelves and trails kisses down my neck. I tip my head to the side, allowing him better access, as a quiet moan slips past my lips, he grips my ass tighter in response. My hands weave into his hair, and I tug on it to bring his lips to mine. His lips meet mine in a rough kiss, as our tongues fight for dominance, and when I don’t yield, he bites my lip in admonishment, soothing the sting with his tongue, and making my hips buck against him.

I can feel how hard he is through his jeans, and I don’t think I have ever hated a piece of clothing more than I do right now. His kiss deepens, and then he surprises me as he puts me down. He kneels down in front of me, ducking his head under my dress and spreading my legs so that he can kiss up the inside of my thigh. There’s a tug on my underwear, and then it flutters to the floor, and my need rises even higher.

Fucking hell.

He grips my thighs tightly, and I yell in surprise as he lifts me so that my legs are over his shoulders. My arms fling out, holding onto the shelves for support even though I know he’s got me. I’m soaked for him, his hand palms my ass before he lifts me, so my pussy is right where he wants it. His tongue immediately finds my clit, and he groans, sending a shock wave of pleasure through me as my back arches.

“Oh fuck,” I exclaim, completely involuntarily.

His tongue swirls around my clit, his hands gripping my ass so tightly that I know that they’re going to leave bruises, and the realization only drives my pleasure higher.

My hips move as I ride his face. My hands gripping the shelves tightly as my moans fill the quiet space around us. I’m so fucking close. He sucks my clit and then swirls his tongue again before he repeats the motion.

I explode, my release making me soar, as I call out his name in pure ecstasy. He stands, still holding onto me since my legs are too shaky for me to stand on my own, and I pull him closer, kissing him deeply, as my hands move to undo his jeans, and my fingers skim the top of his underwear, making his breath hitch. I reach inside and wrap my hand around his length and pump, and he lets out a harsh breath. His hands move to push his pants out of the way, and I have never been so fucking grateful to be leaning against a bookcase. I definitely would have fallen over otherwise.

Kicking off his jeans and pulling off his shirt, I have barely any time to admire the absolutely delicious sight in front of me before he prowls toward me again, lifting me. My arms wrap around his neck, and my legs around his waist, as his dick nudges my entrance, and he slowly moves until I’ve taken him completely. My pussy clenches around him as we both moan in pleasure and one of his hands lets go of my ass, as he slowly begins to move his eyes connecting with mine, as his fingers strum my nipple through my dress.

“How do you want it, beautiful?” he asks, his eyes half-mast, his dick still moving torturously slowly, and his voice deep with desire.

“Rough,” I reply immediately. “I don’t want soft and slow.”

He growls, his fingers pinching my nipple, causing my hips to buck and my pussy to clench. His hand moves from my nipple and up to my neck. He grips it firmly, and I let out a long moan as he applies more pressure, testing to see how much I want.

“Good girl,” he growls.

I moan, hell, I didn’t even know that I liked that, but fucking hell, do I.

With his hand still around my neck, he increases the speed. My hands pull on his hair, making him growl in pleasure as he pulls back and drives into me hard, making me cry out in ecstasy. He repeats the move, driving us both to the edge.

“Faster,” I practically beg.

He growls as he increases the speed, and bites down on the point where my shoulder meets my neck, as his hand moves from the front of my neck around to my hair and pulls firmly, giving him better access to my neck.

The mix of pleasure and pain sends me hurtling over the edge as we both yell out as our orgasms crash through us.

Chapter Seventeen

Neith

Raiden kisses me deeply as we ride out the last waves of pleasure before he pulls back and gently lowers me to the floor.

“That was fucking awesome,” I grin.

He smirks, pulling me into his arms as he says, “Give me ten and we can go again. I fucking love chasing you.”

“I love it too,” I agree. Glancing around us, I grimace as I realize that we’ve knocked several of the books on the floor. “Whoops.”

Raiden grins as he looks around the room too, “Worth it.”

I smile as we both move to start picking them up and putting them back in their rightful places, and I grab my underwear as well. They’re sliced and no good anymore, and I chuckle.

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