Page 63 of Ravaged By the Dark (The Righteous 2)
“Ah, ah naughty girl. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me it is forever mine.” Arek swirled his tongue around the nub, and she bucked her hips, trying to make more contact.
“Yes, it’s yours,” she gasped.
“What’s mine?”
“My pussy, it’s yours.” She moaned again as he licked another line up her glistening center.
“Forever?”
“Yes, yes, it’s yours forever. Please make me come,” she whimpered, and that was all he needed to hear. He released her hands and dove in like a starving man at a feast. Every little whimper, every scream of his name, and every time she came and bucked against his mouth, the more addicted he became.
He told her he wouldn’t force her to be with him, but he didn’t think he could let her go.
Renee was floating in a sea of blissful abandon. Her head felt light after the fourth time Arek performed his magic with that unbelievable tongue of his. She’d been pretty proud of how she had pleased him, but he made her feel like an amateur the way he seamlessly worked her over like he was a fucking professional musician playing his instrument.
If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve said they’d been lovers for years, and he had a manual to her body. Limbs loose, she managed to lift herself to watch him pull his jeans down and toss off the T-shirt he’d been wearing.
She couldn’t help but stare. He was a perfect walking specimen of the male species. Deep V, tapered waist, cut abs, muscled arms—she didn’t know where to look first. She wanted to touch it all. She wanted to lick those tattoos that screamed of what he was. God help her—he was death itself, but at this moment, she didn’t care.
Renee’s eyes finally fell on his cock that was long and hard, standing at attention as straight as a soldier. She licked her lips as she watched his excitement slip out the tip, and she clearly remembered his taste on her tongue.
She’d never been much for blow jobs, but she was good at them. Not having much of a gag reflex helped, but Arek was different. He tasted perfect to her.
Arek leaned forward and grabbed the edges of her thong, pulled them down her legs, and even though he’d already seen her in the most intimate way possible, she felt suddenly shy.
“Sit up for me.” She did as he asked as he reached around with expert precision and unclipped her bra with one hand.
“You don’t get as good as you are without practice,” she said and lifted an eyebrow at him, but instead of the flirty smile she expected, his face darkened.
“None of them compare to you. No one has ever come close to comparing to what you make me feel with one look.” He cupped her chin, and she took a deep breath as she stared into the intense gaze. “I want you to hear me when I tell you that it doesn’t matter how many people I have been with because I was searching for you.”
She didn’t know what to say. She reached up and touched his chest to make sure he was real.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and with each thrust, I want you to realize that you are the only woman I will ever want. You are mine, Renee.” He kissed her cheek.
“You.” Then kissed her other cheek.
“Were.” Then her nose.
“Meant.” Then her forehead.
“For me,” Arek said, his voice deep and sultry.
She shivered at his words, not because they unnerved her but because she felt the same way. Like a strong magnetic force, they were polar opposites that had been pulled together. She could see in his eyes what she felt in her heart. Stay or go—she’d always be his.
She wasn’t given time to contemplate further as his head dropped, and he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. She arched her back and closed her eyes, unable to get close enough. His teeth grazed her nipple and then gave it a small nip. The tweak of pain shot right between her legs, and just like that, she was squirming, wanting more. His head lifted but a moment only to place her other nipple in his mouth, and she could barely keep it together.
Renee ground up with her hips, trying to get any bit of friction possible but coming up short with her lower body pinned by his. When she tried to slip a hand between them to do the job herself, he pulled her hands away again and trapped them above her head with ease.
“Mmmm, you have a needy pussy. I already told you that these hands are not allowed.” Arek swirled his tongue around her nipple. “Is it already dripping for me again?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Are you sure you want me to fuck you? Sink my balls deep in that hot core of yours?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
“I’m not sure. I better check.” His finger dipped between her legs and flicked her clit back and forth, and her body and legs shook. “Right there—mmmm, you are so tight,” he said. Her walls tightened rhythmically around his finger, begging for the orgasm she was after. He pulled his finger out and smiled as she whimpered. Slowly, he dipped a finger in and rubbed it over her G-spot.
