Page 78 of Raven's Dawn

Fuck, I wished I was better at the dirty talk. Hearing him give a lunch order in that accent of his was hotter than hell already, but when he used it to tease me? I was all but tongue-tied. All I could manage was, “W-what’s that?”

He straightened up, lifting my leg as he did. When it was flush with his chest, foot by his head, he dropped his unusually warm thumb to my clit. Massaging me there, he thrust it in so hard, so deep, that I couldn’t help the squeals that escaped my lips. The biggest smile came to his. “Watching you come on it.”

“Fuck,” was all I could say.

Smiling with his hand on my breast, those green eyes glowed even brighter. “You going to do it again for me, aren’t you, mo stoirín?”

Trying desperately to keep my moans inside, I pressed my lips together and nodded quickly.

“You know what I’d like?” Still thrusting, his eyes settled on my cunt. With each pump into me, I swear his eyes grew brighter. “You know what I’d like to do together?”

A sigh escaped my lips. If I tried to speak, I knew I would only scream with pleasure. So I only shook my head, grasping hold of the blankets on either side of me.

“I want us to come at the same time,” he murmured, rubbing my clit faster, harder. “You think you can do that for me? Climax exactly when I tell you to?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “Fuck yes.”

Chuckling, he brought the temperature higher on my clit. “Oh, you like that idea too?”

“Mhmm,” I murmured.

“You love when I come inside your little cunt, don’t you?” He thrusted faster, harder, growing winded with each pump.

“Gods, yes,” I said, arching closer into him. “I love it so much.”

“Yeah? You want me to fill your little pussy with my cum, don’t you?” When I moaned in answer, he thrusted in harder. “Say it.”

“Come inside me,” I said, trying desperately not to scream. “Please. Please, baby. Fill my pussy with your cum.”

“‘Atta lass,” he said between panting breaths. “You’re such a good girl.”

“Please, baby.” I was fighting with every bit of strength in my body to keep from exploding. “Can I come?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Fuck yes, come with me, Rain.”

And like that, all the anticipation exploded. The pleasure spread over every inch of me, just like that spell that his touch radiated. So much bliss, so much wonder, and so much strength. If he weren’t on top, I would’ve fallen over. The blood rushed from my head to every other part of my body, paired with the contractions in a buzzing sense of electricity.

Graham just wouldn’t let it stop. Just when I thought that the orgasm was almost over, he moaned and thrusted in harder, rubbing my clit faster, whispering, “Fuck yes,” and “such a good fucking girl.”

He finished it all off with one final, intense series of contractions, smiling down at me and rubbing the head of his dripping cock against my clit, saying, “‘Atta lass.”

Winded, barely able to see straight, I laughed as he dropped to the bed beside me. “Jesus Christ.”

Curling his arms around my waist, he kissed my cheek. “Nope. Graham Wynson.”

28

RAIN

I couldn’t breathe.

Pressure squeezed around my throat, and I couldn’t breathe.

Two cold, dead blue eyes burned into mine. Eyes that flashed to memories of laughter, of cuddles on a couch, of heated fucks and intense orgasms.

Eyes that I once found love in, slicing into mine, with nothing behind them.

No love. No laughter. No pleasure, and no bliss.