Page 39 of White Raven
Those fingers threaded in his hair.
The way his name sounded coming out of that bloody mouth.
God, she’d broken out of that belt like it had been made of wet spaghetti. And the way she manhandled him and sliced him like a Christmas ham with that knife? That might have been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his entire fucking life. To be as old as he was—that was saying something. In all the crazy shit they’d done since the first time they’d come after each other, the delirium that she had otherwise matched in him tonight, only amplified every unbound moment in between. Athan drew back from her neck, replacing his mouth with a hand and keeping her head suspended over the side of the countertop while he hookedhis thumb over her bottom teeth. His other hand gripped her thigh, and he gave no space for her body to slide away, curling himself over her on his knees, and letting the rest of that control slip. The only other sound than the harsh pounding of their bodies were the guttural curses and moans that sounded like they’d been dragged through a mile of broken glass.
By the time they’d both ended up bloody, naked and heaving on the floor between the kitchen area and what they considered the living room, neither one could remember exactly how they had destroyed this entire apartment. There were several places on the walls that would have to be repaired. Glass, and the stone from the countertop scattered over the floor. Bloody handprints were smeared across cabinets, and likely every other spot in the kitchen. Athan spotted a couple on the front of the fridge. Wads of hair—hisandhers—were laying close by where Sarah laid against his chest on the floor, trying to get her breath. He curled an arm around her back and tried to get a handle on his own breathing, which seemed more difficult than it had been in a while. He stretched and extended one of his legs as he turned his face to the ceiling and recalled every second of the many times in the past few minutes that they’d both unraveled.
There had never been a time in his entire life that he’d felt this good. Especially after willing that firm grip on his control loose, and letting the monster take over. He thought it would be more terrifying. Or that it would terrifyher. Neither one of those things happened. There were several times he knew damned well he’d hurt her tonight, but God—shelovedit. Fed off of it. It was like throwing the whole can of fuel to an already raging inferno. Would she ever stop surprising him like this?
“Sarah…” his voice cracked with exhaustion…which made even less sense. Sarah raised her chin, and he felt her eyeson him but he continued to stare at the planks of the ceiling. “I—I hurt—”
“Yeah, you did. And before you go back to being ‘Mr. Nice Guy’, just know that I’ve never fucked like that in my life, and if you ever hold back on me again, I’ll hurtyou.”
Athan couldn’t stifle his chuckle, and drew her closer, shaking his head. “Christ, we have issues.”
Sarah giggled then, resting her head back on his chest. “Well…I’d argue that if other people can’t find it in themselves to find that absolutely satisfying? Then they’re the ones with issues. I’m actually a little upset that our battle wounds have already healed.” She trailed a fingertip down a bit of dried blood that should have held a nasty cut beneath it.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Athan exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair. “I should be worried that the rage you had when you turned that knife on me, turned me on…but I’m not.”
“Well, I should be worried that I didn’t mind at all having my face shoved against broken coffee mugs on the floor while you ripped out my hair and blew me out from behind, but…here we are.” They both snorted, and Athan reached for his cigarettes that had fallen out of the pocket of his jeans close by.
“There’s only one thing just as good as the rest of this madness,” he countered, lighting one.
“Cigarettes after sex?”
“Exactly,” he smiled, passing it down to her while she rolled onto her back beside him, still nestled on his shoulder. That smile lingered and he trailed lazy strokes over the new tattoo on her ribs. “You almost broke the refrigerator.”
A puff of smoke rose when Sarah laughed through it, passing the cigarette back. “Yeah, well…my back was bloody, and I had nothing else to grab onto. And where else did you expectmy head to go in a position like that? You were about to snap my neck,” she snickered.
“You screamed just fine,” he argued.
“Andyouwere a far cry from the quiet, shy type if I recall correctly. Especially when I broke skin on your di—”
“Fuck,”he growled, thinking about it. Something about that combination of pain and pleasure made his cock twitch. Sarah laughed it off, and somewhere near the bed, one of their phones started buzzing.
“Don’t answer it,” Sarah begged, offering him the cigarette.
“I’m off duty.” The buzzing stopped, just to start right back up again. This time from a different spot in the apartment. “I think that’s you.”
“Whoever it is can suck it.”
Athan ground his teeth. “Sarah, I’m really gonna need you to watch your choice of words, or there’s a decent chance—”
She rolled over, cutting off his threat with her mouth and flipping her messy hair over her shoulder as she climbed back on top of him. The cigarette was snatched from his fingers, and he almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing when she broke away, raising herself and putting it out on her bare, bloody…tattooed…it hissed against her skin and she bit down on her lip, tossing the butt aside. He met her halfway, taking the back of her neck and situating himself to bury his cock back inside that body before—
That urgent buzzing started back. For fuck’s sake.
They paused a breath away from each other’s mouths and Sarah growled in frustration. “What the fuck!” He didn’t have time to argue when she leapt off of him and stormed over to find the source of the relentless interruption. “What?! What can I do for you? What do you need?” Her palm slapped her naked thigh, and he grinned over at her, watching the irritatedcurve of her naked back where it met a hip that jutted out and left a delicious lift to that ass that was just the right amount of—every naughty thought eddied out of his mind as she looked over her shoulder with a pale face full of astonishment. “You fucking bitch…” Sarah whispered, snapping her face to the window and hurrying over to it, without a stitch of naked shame.
Athan sprang up, rushing to her side and coiling an arm around her waist to pull her away from the window. No doubt then, who was on the other end of that phone.
“You fucking bitch…”
Yeah, that was about what she expected. She hated that she wasn’t still standing outside that apartment to see the look on both their faces when they inevitably went to the window trying to spot her. If she thought they were unhinged the last time she watched them feast off each other, tonight was a far more delicious show.
“Now, now…no need for name calling. Especially when I’m the only thing standing between you and your answers, St. James.” Her heels crunched through melting snow that was beginning to refreeze on the sidewalk and she drew a long pull on her cigarette.
“If that’s true then why are you hiding like a coward? Better question…why is he?”
