Page 78 of Malice and Surrender
“You heard me. You say you love me. Will you make love to me before I tell you?” she asked, her big blue eyes pleading with me.
“Why do you want me to make love to you first?”
Raine licked her lips, and I followed the movement.
“Because when I tell you the entire story, you may never want to see me again, and I want to know your touch. I want this moment to hang on to if you decide to leave and never look back.”
“Raine, nothing you could say would ever make me want to leave,” I said, and my heart broke that she thought that.
“Then this should be an easy deal. I promise to tell you the whole sordid tale, but this is what I want first.” She pushed the yoga pants down and stepped out, leaving her in only a sexy black thong.
I wrapped her in my arms and dropped my lips to hers. This wasn’t how I saw our first time happening, but I would show her how much I loved her. Then I was getting the answers I was after and killing the man who did this to her.
Raine
I kept waiting for the fear to rush up like it always did when someone touched me, but it stayed dormant. If anything, my body and mind were calm. I thought about calling this feeling The Avro Effect because he was the only one who made me feel like this.
Lips moving together, Avro picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
A gasp escaped my mouth as his fingers gently explored my body like I might break in his arms. They traced soft lines, and as they did, goosebumps broke out all over my skin, making me shiver.
“Hey, don’t look at the bruises. Pretend they aren’t there. I don’t even feel them.”
His eyes searched mine, and I didn’t know if he believed me, but he nodded.
Avro smiled against my lips. “I like it when you shiver,” he said and ran fingers down the middle of my back.
I arched with the sensation that lit up all my nerve endings. His hands gripped my ass and squeezed, making me moan.
Everything about him was sensual and fluid. Nothing was rushed or overdone. Avro seemed to know exactly what my body wanted, and it didn’t take long before I was a panting mess. I wiggled in his hold, and he broke off the kiss with a smirk.
“Lean back and close your eyes. Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he said. I tentatively unlocked my fingers from around his neck. He smiled. “You do remember what I was training to do? I can hold my entire body sideways on a pole. Holding you is a breeze,” he said, and I knew it was the truth. I’d seen him do it, and it always amazed me.
I did as he asked but yelped and jerked up straight again. I would’ve sworn I was falling and about to crack my head off the floor.
“Stop worrying. Let me take care of you.” I licked my lips. “Close your eyes and trust.”
Closing my eyes, I tried again and leaned back until I felt the firm press of his fingers holding my lower back.
“Oh,” I moaned as the tip of his tongue ran little trails along my skin.
Warmth spread as I leaned more into his hold, and his finger pressed into my skin. I felt secure in his arms. Avro had always made me feel safe, and I could be myself.
His wandering tongue drew circles around my nipple before moving on to the next. With my eyes closed, the world was dark, yet I saw more than ever before. The tenderness in how he touched me and the whispers he placed on my skin were all I needed between us. Every caress made my heart pound harder, and the passion I’d been hiding from came alive and coursed through my system.
“God, Avro, please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, his voice filled with a deviousness that I’d always known he had, but this was new.
He wasn’t holding back or hinting at the mischievousness that lived inside of him. His teeth grazed along my ribs, and I fought the urge to open my eyes and watch as I shuddered in his hold. I let my arms drape back over my head, and it felt so freeing to be like this, trusting him a hundred percent to hold me and not let me fall.
“More,” I managed to say, my mind nothing but a muddled mess.
“More of this?” Avro asked.
Warm hands slid up my back and forced me to sit up a little, and I sucked in a shuddering breath as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. There was no swirling or teasing this time, and the sensation of his insistent mouth had me gripping his hair and pulling him closer.
“Yes, more, please,” I mumbled between the ragged breathing.
