Page 59 of Paradox
I take her lips, unleashing my desire, knowing this time I don’t have to stop. She writhes beneath me, grinding her pussy against my already hard dick.
“Gage….”
Fucking hell. What is it about the way she says my name? She grabs at the hem of my shirt, and I allow her to remove it. I can’t wait to get inside her, but before I continue, I hop off the bed and walk to my closet.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
I retrieve the blue gift box and hand it to her with a deep breath.
“What’s this?” she asks, sitting up.
“Open it.”
With a grin, she tears at the ribbon and wrapping paper. As she removes the lid of the box, she glances up at me.
“Is this the gift you were picking up today?”
“Yeah. Not sure if you’ll like it.” I watch nervously as she folds away the tissue paper. I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I’m pretty sure she wants this.
“It’s coming from you so I know I’ll love it.” She freezes once she realizes what’s in the box. “Gage….” She stares at me, hopeful anxiety in her eyes.
I remove her cut from the box, pulling her to her feet.
“Are you sure?” she asks as I help her into it.
“You’re mine, Raven. I know it, you know it. Now, everyone else will, too.”
Without a word, she pulls me to her, pressing her lips to mine.
“I love it!” she chants between kisses. Breaking away, she gives me a mischievous smile. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I don’t even try to hide the annoyance in my voice.
“You’ll see.”
She heads to the bathroom, and I stare at my patch on her back. My chest swells with pride. She’s mine. Finally. Totally.Mine.
Sitting on the bed, I anxiously await her return.What the hell is she doing in there?Fuck. I grab my dick, adjusting it in my boxers.
“Don’t worry.” I give him a little pep talk. “The drought is over.”
The bathroom door opens and my throat locks up. I can’t talk, can’t even breathe. There she stands in the doorway, shyly staring at her feet. She let her hair down, and all she’s wearing are panties, her cut, and the jewelry I gave her. Fuck. Me. My cut, my earrings, my necklace. My woman. As she peeks up through her lashes, I know, without a doubt, this woman is going to destroy me. And I’ll love every fucking second of it.
***Raven***
He hasn’t moved. He’s just sitting there staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I hope he likes it. Or did he want to undress me? Fuck. I hope I didn’t ruin everything. Tentatively, I make my way back to him. It’s not until I’m standing before him that he finally makes a move. Reaching up, he trails a finger between my breasts, down my stomach, and to the waistband of my panties. My body shivers, and the asthma attack he induces begins. Slowly, he pushes the sides of my new cut aside, revealing my breasts. My nipples harden under his hungry stare.
“Fucking perfect,” he mutters.
As he moves behind me, a tingle runs down my spine. I lean into him, laying my head on his chest when he moves my hair to the side. He buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply.
“What does this cut mean, Raven?”
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Mine.”
