Page 41 of Skye

As he speaks these words, he shrugs out of his leather vest and drops it onto the sofa to the side of us.

His eyes remain locked to mine as he drags his T-shirt over his head in a motion that shouldn’t be hot as hell but is. My thighs widen in anticipation, ready and willing to take him, and my nerves tingle. I wasn’t scared the first time we had sex, but lying here like this, my body shivers.

Rage steps up to the bed in just boxer shorts, his gaze roaming over my body in a way that makes me squirm. I hold my breath as he kneels on the mattress, moving up the bed until his knees are either side of mine.

Tantalisingly, he pushes my top up over my breasts, slowly revealing my nipples. The little smirk he gives me suggests he’s pleased by my lack of bra, but he doesn’t give me a chance to dwell on it as he dips his head and latches his mouth around my breast.

I gasp the moment his tongue connects with my nipple. My clit seems to throb as his hot, wet mouth attaches to me. I’ve never had sensitive breasts, but I’m pretty sure I’m about to come from his mouth alone.

The electric jolt that zaps through my body has my back arching off the bed as I let out a strangled gasp. “Fuck.”

It’s both too much yet not enough at the same time, and I grip his hair, unsure if I want to pull him away or force him to stay in place. My body is singing, and all I can do is try to breathe through it.

Rage moves between both sides, licking and sucking. He’s a little clumsy, a little unsure perhaps, but I don’t care. What he’s doing feels so good.

I close my eyes, trying to suck air into lungs that feel static. My past experiences have never been like this, even with Rage. Jack didn’t care about me when he took my virginity, and in that back room in Embers, neither did Rage.

So, when he moves down my body, pausing over my belly to press a line of kisses there, I can’t stop the tears from leaking out. “I’m gonna take care of you both,” he promises in a raw voice.

I can’t answer him because of the lump in my throat.

He doesn’t need my response, nor does he wait for it before he sucks my clit between his lips. I nearly shoot off the bed. The sensations working through me are so overwhelming, I feel like I’m in another dimension. Everything feels hypersensitive in a way it never has before. The way his mouth moves over my clit has my thighs shaking. “Oh, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

I throw my head back as my orgasm crashes through me. The noises I’m making don’t sound human as I writhe around the mattress, sparks flying through my body. My lungs are no longer functioning, and I feel like I’m suffocating as I cling to the sheets.

I’m still coming when he drags his fingers through my folds, collecting my wetness before he slides two digits inside me. My pussy contracts around the intrusion, and I can’t prevent the startled breath that escapes me as he pumps in and out with a fervour that makes me try to twist away.

He doesn’t allow me to move, his free hand clamping over my belly to keep me still.

Is it possible to die from an orgasm?

If I wasn’t floating above my body in some kind of trance, I would dissect that more, but all I can focus on is how everything feels so heightened. “It’s too much,” I gasp as another orgasm rolls through me. “Beau—” My words are swallowed by a guttural groan as my pussy contracts savagely.

I’m no longer in control of myself or my actions. I grab his wrist, trying to pull him away. He allows me to, but it’s a trick. He uses the distraction to push his boxers down his legs, setting free his thick length. My dizzied gaze drops to it, taking in the veiny lines and bulbous head as he grabs his shaft in his hand, pulling up and down his large erection.

I don’t think I can take any more, but he steps to the bed and rolls me onto my side, taking that choice from me. It’s a testament to how stunned I am that I don’t fight or try to stop him as the mattress behind me depresses with his weight.

Without invitation, he lifts my leg a little to give him the access he needs. One swipe of his cock, then two, through my wetness before he shoves into me from behind. Startled, my entire body clenches, which makes him groan.

“Oh,shit…” I don’t even know what the noises I’m making are anymore and I don’t care.

All I’m thinking about is the girth spearing me to the bed. My pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion.

Was he this thick before?

I suck in air through my teeth, the bite of pain almost unbearable for a second. He needs to move, to do something, but he remains frozen, buried inside me and stretching my walls.

“Move…” I gasp.

He doesn’t do as I demand. Instead, his fingers trail over my hip bone, a gentle caress that lulls me into a false sense of security before his grip tightens on my flesh hard enough to bruise.

Then, without warning, he drags his cock back so just the tip is inside me. The loss of him deep within my tight channel is a physical ache, but he doesn’t leave me for more than a few seconds before he surges forwards. I feel his pelvis flush against my backside as he bottoms out inside me.

I let out a strangled moan, my eyes rolling in my head as he rinses and repeats the motion, starting slow before picking up pace.

I draw my knees closer to my chest, my position fetal as he hammers into me. It allows him to gain even more depth, and the sensations inside me are unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

This is the same ferocity with which he had taken me in Embers, but everything about this feels different. This isn’t a quick fumble and meaningless fuck. This is a connection that I’ve never experienced before. I feel him everywhere. It’s like he’s trying to lose himself in me.