Page 115 of Sin Like the Devil

“Please,” she whispers. “I… need to feel you, Raine.”

“I can’t… we’re not?—”

“I don’t want to feel their fists anymore,” she insists, cutting me off. “I’ve spent days reliving the feeling of his body weighing me down, his breath on my face, his knife slicing me up. Please make it go away.”

“They won’t hurt you again. I promise. No one will.”

“Doesn’t erase the memories.” Her whispered voice catches.

My other hand clasping the back of her head, I plant kisses across her mouth. “I know you’re feeling alone and scared right now. But you’re going to get past this.”

“How?”

“Because falling down is a part of life, Rip. Getting back up? That’s living.”

Mouth crushing against mine, she replies with a hard, almost frantic kiss. Like she’s desperately kicking her legs, trying to tread water, and I’m her last source of oxygen.

Screw this.

Needing reassurance of my own, I kiss her back with every ounce of fear that’s been eating away at me since I blacked out. The terror of not being able to defend myself or help. Then the silence of the past few days, all the while wondering if she’s ever coming back to me.

This isn’t the time or place. Sex was the last thing on my mind as I marched here, determined to find the woman I was told to hate, but I’m learning to… Fuck. Learning to what?

Like?

Maybe even love?

The realisation that she’s wormed her way far deeper than I ever thought possible only spurs me on to seize this moment before it’s ripped away from me like everything else.

Nothing good ever lasts, but I’m not ready to let go of this feeling yet.

Releasing her hair, I find the dripping swell of her breast and squeeze. She moans into my mouth, hips shifting with each kiss, pressing her centre up against my growing hardness.

When she abruptly pulls her lips from mine, I panic.

“Shit. Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

Skimming her hand down my abdominals, she makes her intentions clear. Now unbandaged fingers wrap around my swollen cock, sliding up and down the shaft with a delicious application of pressure.

I grit my teeth, feeling a surge of heat deep within. Her hand feels far too fucking good wrapped around my dick. I hear her shift, feet squeaking against the shower floor, before the feeling of pleasure intensifies.

“Fuck, Rip!”

Her lips have found their way to my cock, taking it into the warm, welcome prison of her mouth. She must’ve kneeled down. I quickly locate her lowered head then retake a handful of her hair.

Beginning to suck, she bobs up and down on my length, her tongue sliding against my shaft with each movement. The loud shower and absence of sight forces me to focus on nothing but her mouth fucking me.

Lips tighten. Teeth graze. Her hands move to cup my balls and lightly play, causing me to jerk inside her mouth. Holding her hair, I let my hips thrust, working in time to her sucking.

She lets me slide deeper and deeper each time, until I can feel her throat nudging against my tip. Despite the quiet gagging sounds, Ripley doesn’t stop sucking. I’m soon riding her mouth and battling to hold on.

“You’re so perfect,” I hum.

Her mouth cinches around me in response, teasing another surge of pleasure free. Those devilish lips know just how to imprison a guy and demand ransom in return.

What began as a small collection of embers is now a raging blaze inside me. I need to be balls deep inside her right now. She’s turning me into some kind of primitive caveman.

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