Page 185 of White Raven
He heard her snickering from the other side of the door.
You’re the fucking detective! Use your imagination.
His turn to laugh. Sarah slid the door open, glancing into the cabin before she squeezed herself inside, looking every bit the devious little fucker he adored.
“What the hell are you doing?” he whispered loudly as she locked the door. “You’re gonna get us kicked off this plane.”
Sarah pressed him against the wall, and reached her foot over, pressing the lever. He flinched as it flushed, and she grinned. “What are they gonna do? Send us out over the Atlantic in our parachutes?” She slid her leggings down her thighs, and her scent overpowered his discomfort with the situation. “They can’t kick us off if there’s nowhere to land. And we land inDublin.”
“You can’t be fucking serious.”
“Oh, I am…” she wrapped those slender fingers around his cock and propped a bare leg on the seat. “I’m feeling a little blue, baby…I think I need a good cry.”
“Christ…” he groaned, relishing in the sensation of her tight grip as she stroked him. He couldn’t deny her if he wanted to. No matter what kind of situation they found themselves in. He took her waist and slid her long-sleeved shirt up enough to lower his eyes to her wide open slit. Watched her handle his dick like a dirty girl. “You’re so fucking insane.”
She poked her lip out and feigned a cry before devilishly smiling as he pulled her closer and angled himself to get her screaming. “Make it hurt, detective. I’d say you earned it today.”
That toilet could go to hell. He pushed himself inside her, and they both lost themselves. Athan took her by the swell of that perfect ass and lifted her slightly as he slowly slid in and out. She asked him to make it hurt, but…after the tranquility of leaving all his demons behind…this seemed so much more satisfying. He buried himself deep. Her body trembled, and instead of the screams he loved hearing tear out of that mouth, she softly moaned, and let her head fall back in breathless gasps. This wasn’t just a fuck to join the mile-high club. This was a thank you. For breaking every chain that held him down and saving him from himself. That notion amplified every single nerve in his body as he dug his fingertips into her thighs and quickened his pace.
“I fucking love you…” he groaned. His teeth grazed her chin, and she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair while he slithered in and out, breathing harshly against her skin. “You’re everything to me. You won’t cry tonight. Tonight, you’ll pray, love.” He couldn’t even recognize his own voice. “You’ll send it up in earnest, and beg God for five more minutes in this moment…” He thrust himself harder, and she whimpered, that soft raven hair shaking behind her with every movement. “So I can say it again…and again…” She clenched around him and his fangs slid out. “You’re gonna pray for strength…while your knees get weak, and your muscles surrender to my cock…” Another slow pull, another hard thrust. Sarah bit down on her lip and rolled her neck, moaning softly. “And when you feel like you can’t hold onto it anymore…you’re gonna plead with Him while you come. You’re gonna wish it could last for as long as I’ll feel this way about you, Sarah St. James.” She started shaking, and his dick throbbed. Athan moved faster…harder. “And then I’ll do it all over again…”
“Oh, God…” she gasped.
He scraped his fangs along her jawline, and she tightened around his cock as he smiled. “That’s it, baby…pray.”
Sarah unraveled. Her lip quivered, and her teeth chattered as those hazel eyes closed, and she struggled to breathe. He buried his face into her neck, and came so fucking hard, he was sure it’d come out of her mouth. A soft knock sounded behind her, and Sarah smiled through strangled breaths as he kissed her deeply.
“Still hate flying?” she asked breathlessly.
He smiled against her mouth, and reluctantly pulled himself out of her warm body. “It’s just terrible,” he grinned.
“Yeah, well…I think we’re about to get our parachutes.” They chuckled as they tried their best to hide any evidence of what happened in this tiny water closet, and when Sarah openedthe door, a small young boy rubbed his eyes and looked up at them in shock. He’d clearly been asleep only moments ago. They both stood stunned in the doorway.
“Aren’t you a little old? My mom stopped going to the potty with me a long time ago…”
Sarah slapped a hand to her mouth, and Athan was too taken back to speak.
“He’s just scared of the big mean toilet, kid.” Sarah lost herself in giggles, and Athan shoved her out, pinching her ass as the little boy let them past. The flight attendant gave them a knowing look as they crept back to their seats.
Maybe I should have made it hurt after all…asshat.
Sarah snickered as she plopped down into the seat and covered herself with her tattered blanket. Her brows were lowered as he sat down, and he peered over at her as she pulled a long black feather from a small hole in the quilt. She held it upright between them, and his mind flashed images of Poe…holding her one last time in that haunted townhouse before they hid him in the floor.
They would land in Dublin soon…and when they did, there was a certainIrishasshat that would be hurting for different reasons when he answered for the secrets he’d been hiding.
The sun was just rising as they touched down in Ireland. From here, it would only be a short flight to London. They had about four hours until they had to be back at the airport. Plenty of time to explore around. Sarah folded her blanket and let a few people by before stepping into the aisle to let Athan gettheir carry-on bags from above their seats. The flight attendant stepped up next to her.
“He didn’t get sick, did he?” she asked with a slick smile. Sarah chuckled through her nose.
“Just a little bit.”
“Secret’s safe with me. Safe travels.” She winked, and Athan cut Sarah a glare as he pulled the bags down.
“Maybe that wasn’t the best idea,” he huffed, shouldering one bag, and gripping the other in his hand.
“No? I was trying to think of more random places we could christen.”
They started towards the door to exit the plane, and he shook his head, smiling. “Is this gonna be a thing? Please say no.”
