Page 71 of Ravaged
He brushed his thumb against my cheek, tenderness in that touch as he searched me.
“What do you want, Tea?” he asked. “Tell me what you want. You alone.” I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t used to thinking about myself. “Don’t think about your dad, or Iris, or anyone for that matter. Don’t listen to that instinct that tells you to please me. You don’t have to do that anymore.” He nodded his head, trying to convey his seriousness. “Be honest about what you want.”
His eyes were dark, but there was a glimmer of hope tucked deep within him, a part of him that wanted to give me everything, even if it meant giving it all up.
“I want you to love me,” I said.
A rush of emotions swept over his face. Putting a hand on my lower back, he pulled me into him, our bodies pressed against each other. His tongue reached inside of me, caressing mine, aching with desperation, every movement feverish, as if this might be our last time. Because it was. I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking his head with my hands, and he seduced me, pursued me, touched me, with such careful deliberation, that I knew that this wasn’t nothing. This was everything to him.
At least for now.
He grabbed my ass, lifting me up, his hard cock digging into me. I moaned at the touch, and he growled in response, bringing me closer to him, as if we could never be close enough. He ripped off my shirt and I pulled his clothes off of his shoulders. When his cock sprang free from his boxer briefs, I salivated. I licked my lips. I needed to focus on this. Only on him.
He slipped inside of me, easy at first, but the more of his length that we tried, the harder it was. I groaned, “Don’t stop,” I said. “Please don’t stop. Make it hurt. Make me forget.” He thrust inside of me, his length hitting my cervix, and a dull pain coursed through me, reaching my fingertips. He lifted my hips, pumping me up and down, his eyes never leaving mine. I bit my lip until he knifed his tongue into my mouth, bringing me into a deep kiss, making every moment count more than the last.
“I love you,” I whispered. His eyes didn’t waver, but a sadness crossed through them. I wanted to scream that I loved him, again and again, even if he didn’t love me back. There were too many things to consider, too many obstacles keeping us apart, but in the end, I knew in my heart that we loved each other.
That was all that I wanted. What I wanted to believe.
“I love you,” I said again, tears making my throat hurt. He gripped my hair, fisting it in his hand, and my lips dropped open, and he yanked my head back, biting into my neck. I moaned, because yes. This was what I wanted. Ethan’s love might not have been roses, or rainbows above the trees, or an orchestra in a pit. But this was his love, every dark, decrepit, fucked up thing he could offer me. I wanted it all. I wanted him to bite me. To capture me. To hold me. To break me. To ravage me. To love me.
Nearing the peak, my muscles tensed, squeezing around him, and that set him over the edge. He came, letting out a primal howl, his cock twitching inside of me, and I gasped, the pulses of his cock bringing me to orgasm too.
We collapsed, both of us breathless on the bed. I unclasped the harp necklace and put it in his hand, closing it in his palm. It was a gift, a way for him to always remember me. Then I pulled both of his arms around my chest, making him spoon me.
He didn’t move from that position all night. We stayed there in silence. Neither of us fell asleep.
