Page 90 of Prey Tell
“Who?” he growls. “Who is bringing you this pleasure? Me, or God?”
“You,” I whimper, my knees beginning to shake. “Chase,” I beg, rolling my hips so that I’m getting the friction I need from his cock.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, groaning when I speed up. “That’s so good. Fucking my cock so perfectly.”
I let out a sharp cry as he smacks my core again, and I’m moving my hips quickly on his hard shaft.
“That’s right,” he grits out, his voice rough. “Keep doing that, and you’re going to make me come.”
That’s all it takes—his gravelly words and his fingers sliding across my overused clit. I shatter, my hips jerking on his cock as I see stars. He growls, pulling me closer as he pulses his seed into me. My mouth drops open as we stand there, completely still except for his hand, which is slowly running up and down the top of my slit. I’m gasping for air as one arm comes under me, holding me up as my knees threaten to give out.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, pulling out and dropping to his knees.
I gasp when he inserts a finger, pushing his cum back inside of me as he emits a self-satisfied chuckle. Twisting me back around to face him, he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, dropping me down on the bed and quickly drying me off.
“I keep telling myself the sex can’t possibly get better, and then it does,” I joke, bending my knees and holding my legs together.
Chase lies down next to me and gives me that earth-shattering smile again. “I’m only getting started, Juliet.”
I tilt my head as I look at him. “You don’t call me Parker anymore.”
He shrugs. “I don’t see the point. Would you prefer it?”
“I liked it. You were the only person who called me that.”
He dips down and kisses my neck, a hand running over my stomach. Ever since he told me about what his father did to him and his brothers in the forest, he’s been so affectionate. Touching me, kissing me, watching me… it sends shivers down my spine.
Sometimes it feels like he’s already claimed me, and I’ve yet to catch on.
Not that I don’t feel the same way—I do.
But his intensity is startling. It’s so different from the man who walked into my engagement party. Distant, cold, mysterious…
Chase Ravage is becoming less and less of an enigma by the hour.
“I can keep calling you Parker,” he says lightly.
“Yes, please,” I hum.
“Let me clean you up, and we can get ready to go.”
My heart sinks as he walks into the bathroom. I hear him run the water as I prop myself on my elbows, watching him when he comes back into the bedroom. Sliding the warm washcloth between my legs, his eyes find mine as he runs it gently over my sore areas.
“I’m not going to be able to sit down for days,” I say, laughing as he helps me up and helps me discard my bra.
“Good,” he murmurs, stepping into his boxers. “I want you to think of who made you sore every time you move or walk. Who was between your legs all weekend.”
My breath hitches as I get dressed for the first time in two days, distracting myself from what his words make me feel.
I wince as I pull my foot through the leg hole of my leggings. My ankle is tender, but I can put my weight on it and walk with a small limp. Guess all the “resting” in the bedroom has helped. And the cut on my head is hardly noticeable—especially since Chase has been tending to it whenever he can. I decide to wear sandals, and then I pull a cropped T-shirt on without a bra. Comfort is key, and it’s not like I’ll be seeing anyone but him. Once I’m dressed, I pull my hair into a wet bun and walk over to my purse, checking my phone.
“Jax is at the apartment,” Chase says, zipping up his leather overnight bag. “You won’t have to worry about him seeing me drop you off.”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t worried.”He’s going to find out one way or another.
“Ready?” he asks, donning faded black jeans, a black blazer, and a crisp gray T-shirt.
I shrug, feeling glum. “I suppose. I didn’t get to tour the library.”
