Page 103 of Ravage
I grab his shirt, and he willingly shifts closer at my nonverbal request. “I’m hiding a lot of things,” I purr.
His hands smack against the building on either side of me as he leans over me. “Yes, you are,” he agrees roughly.
My fingers glide through his hair and then I pull his head down to close the distance between us. He’s hesitant in the kiss at first, like he might try to pull away to finish our conversation, but I bite his lip hard enough to taste blood.
He growls and grabs the back of my neck in a bruising grip. His other hand rips at the button on my jeans and he slams me against the wall, his hand coming up just fast enough to cushion my head from what was likely to be a concussive blow.
The jarring motion shoots a thrill of excitement through me, and I grip his hair tighter. The knot in it loosens and tendrils start to fall around his face and my hands. His beard scratches and tickles across my face, and I suck on his upper lip and shiver at the feel of his stiff bristles against my tongue.
Kellan cups my sex, and I drop my head back to gasp for air. His mouth travels down my jaw and neck, marking me with teeth and hickeys that I know I’ll pay for later. His other hand starts rubbing and then sliding between my already wet pussy. He hisses when he feels me.
“So fucking wet. Is this for the danger or all for me?” he asks in a husky tone as his facial hair prickles up my neck to my ear.
My cunt clenches in response.
“You. Both. I don’t know.” I jerk my hips into his hand to seek more friction, and he chuckles. He knows exactly what I need, but he doesn’t change pace or stop his steady strokes from my entrance to my clit. I might go insane if I don’t get more.
I grab his wrist and try to grind better against him. His hand leaves my pants, and I whimper at the loss. He grabs my wrists in one hand, then shoves my pants and underwear down just below my ass.
Kellan drops to his knees and drags his tongue across my slick, then circles and sucks my clit so hard that I convulse against him.
“Fuck!” I cry out at the overstimulation and melt back into him as his tongue works miracles. My legs tremble, and I begin to sink down onto his face.
He pulls away just as I’m about to come, and I almost sob. He starts wrenching at my boots to come off, and I rush to help him rid me of them and my clothes. It doesn’t matter that we’re outside and someone could walk out of the building or down the alley.
Kellan throws my legs over his shoulders and hoists me up and back against the building, then buries his face between my legs again.
My calves tighten, and I grip his hair as moans rip from my throat. My entire body is taut as a bowstring and then it snaps. The orgasm explodes through me, taking anything and everything with it in a riptide.
“Fuck, that was beautiful.” Kellan shimmies me down until I’m straddling his suddenly bare waist and my arms are around his neck. He kisses me hard and fast, forcing me back against the building until there’s nowhere to run from him as he devours my pleasure.
He presses against my entrance and I push back into him, needing him inside me so I can feel complete. He thrusts inside in one fell swoop, flattening us against the building until he might come out the other side.
My arms and legs cling to him at the rigorous pace he’s set.
It’s hard and fast and everything I need.
I feel like I'll be swept away if I don’t hold on tighter to him. My face drops to his shoulder, and I bite down hard.
“That’s right, beautiful. Mark me as yours. Because you’re fucking mine, do you hear me? I’m not making the same mistake twice. Now, come for me again and strangle my dick with your sweet pussy.”
His words work like a charm, lighting me on fire and then throwing me off the cliff to spiral once more. My inner walls clamp down on him, and he curses and pushes through it until he slams into me one final time for his release.
I remain curled up over his shoulder as I catch my breath. The afterglow buzzes under my skin, and I smile into his shirt until his last words and their meaning filter back through.
He sets me down, but his hands don’t leave me. “No. Not again, beautiful. If this is going to be a recurring thing, then out with it so I can put it behind us.”
I grab my clothes to start pulling them back on. “There is no us, Kell. This is just sex. No mine. No yours. I don’t belong to anyone. If you can’t handle that, then this isn’t going to be a recurring thing.”
Kellan slams his fist into the building, and I jump. “Bullshit! You’re lying to yourself if you think we’re just fuck buddies.” He crowds me and grips my arms. “You’re throwing your walls back up because you’re scared. I don’t know what you think I’ll say or do if you tell me the truth, but I’m not going anywhere, beautiful. You’re not going to scare me away. Let me in.”
His blue-green eyes lock on mine with such openness and determination that I can’t look away.
“I can’t,” I whisper. His grip loosens, and I take that opportunity to duck away and run back into the building.
Cleaning my apartment as a distraction from Kellan doesn’t work the way I’d hoped. First off, the apartment is small and barely has anything in it, so it’s primarily me sweeping the broken things into the trash. Anything that’s larger that I can’t save or easily toss, I use my gift to destroy and sweep up the rest. Which means I’m now down a bedframe and headboard, but at least the reason isn’t as obvious as before.
The second reason it doesn’t work is that cleaning doesn’t require much thought and my mind keeps going back to the conversation anyway.
