When she didn’t reply, I tapped her nose. “Tell me what you’re thinking in that beautiful head of yours.”
“That I want this. More than anything.”
“I’m not your ex, Raven. I’m never going to hurt you that way.”
“I know.”
“Tell me.”
“What if, after all this worry ends, and we start living just a normal life where you don’t care that I’m out alone or late coming home from school, you realize it was a mistake to move so fast?”
I had to laugh. Leaning down, I kissed her, holding her face in my hands. “First off, I will never not care if you’re late, and I will worry myself sick every time you’re out without me. As for a normal life, I think we’re anything but normal. But I want that, baby. With you. I love you. You consume me, and it’s not because of the situation or the worry. I adore everything about you, and I want you in my life. Full stop.”
“Really?”
“I will always be overprotective. Worried. It’s part of who I am. My training and my past only heightened it. I worry about Sofia, my mom, my men, but the way I worry about you tells me how imperative it is to me that you’re in my life.” I rested my forehead on hers. “Stay, Raven.”
She slid her arms around my neck. “Yes.”
I pulled her tight to my chest, our mouths melding. She tasted of the sweetness of the cookies she’d eaten, the hint of coffee, and her. Raven.
I deepened the kiss, feeling the euphoria of the moment fill me. She was going to stay. I got to keep her. Love her. Protect her. She belonged to me.
Mine.
She shifted, and I lifted her so she straddled me. Our mouths never separated, the need to feel her lips on mine paramount. I groaned as she slid her hand under my shirt, drifting her fingers over my torso and running her hands up to my pecs. She whimpered as I ground against her, my cock hard and pressing. I slid my hand up her legs, taking her pretty skirt higher, teasing the soft skin of her thighs. I traced the edges of her lacy underwear, pleased when she widened her legs.
I broke from her mouth. “You want my fingers, Raven? You want me to touch you?”
“Always,” she gasped. “Please, Damien.”
I buried my head into her neck, kissing and licking along the elegant column, dragging my mouth across her collarbone as I dipped under the lace and found her slick and ready.
“Oh, my girl wants me,” I crooned, parting her folds and caressing her already hard little clit. She gasped, gripping the back of my neck. I strummed her, smiling as she began to undulate her hips, wanting more of my touch. I pressed my thumb to her nub and slipped two fingers inside, thrusting slowly.
“Yes,” she pleaded. “Oh fuck, Damien. Just like that. Touch me. Rub me. Oh God, fuck me.”
I loved it when she got vocal. Talked a little dirty. Told me what she wanted. I moved my fingers faster, watching the pleasure ripple across her face, her back arching as she began to shake and whimper my name. I bent and sucked a nipple through the thin material of her blouse, giving in to my desire and tearing it open, the small buttons hitting the floor and rolling away. I pushed down her bra, her full breasts spilling over, and I sucked her nipples until they were red and stiff from my mouth. I fisted her long hair in my hand and pulled on it, the whole time working her with my other hand. She moaned and whimpered, whispered my name, and pleaded in a breathy voice that drove me insane with desire.
“Like that, Raven? You want more?”
“Yes,” she half sobbed. “Your cock. I want your cock.”
I waited until she was writhing, begging. I lifted my hips, and between us, we yanked down my sweats, my engorged cock springing free, already weeping for her. I raised her, sliding in slowly, watching as she took me in, her need and desire evident. Fused together, I placed a hand on her, my fingers spread wide on the bare skin of her back. “Ride me, baby. Take what you want from me.”
She gripped my shoulders. Began to move. I held her hips, watching, groaning at the sight of my cock disappearing into her over and again. Sucked her nipples, biting gently at the soft skin. Pulled her close and kissed her. Clasped her hips harder and began moving her faster. She cried out, locking down around me. That set off my orgasm, and I thrust into her wildly, gripping her hard as I roared out in intense pleasure. My balls tightened, my orgasm burning through me. I felt everything tenfold. Our slick skin sliding together. Her hot breath in my mouth. Her pussy milking me, the flutters of her muscles gripping me like a lover’s embrace inside her. Everything was sharp, clear, and intense. And then… there was peace.
I leaned back, gasping for breath, holding her close. The air around us cooled our overheated skin. My mind drifted, my body sated. Her head was tucked into my neck, her beautiful hair tickling my skin.
“Okay, Raven?” I managed to ask.
She lifted her head, her sleepy gaze meeting mine. “Oh yeah, I’m good.”
I kissed her softly. “That’s our normal, baby. And that’s how we’re going to be together.”
She snuggled closer. “Okay, then.”
“Okay.”