Page 115 of Speak

She moans my name in her sleep and I thrust, just a bit deeper, keeping an unrelenting but languid pace so I can feel everything. The wall of her womb, her warm inner muscles gripping the head of cock, each ridge smoothly massaging my shaft, even her ambrosia collecting at the base of me. It is the willpower to not pound into her that is the sweetest torment. I love feeling her pussy plead for more, swallowing and squeezing me.

“Yes, Amourette, it’s me.” Her eyes open, very aware she’s in the dark. Her breath hitches, her fear of the dark palpable. Rain pangs against the window and I hold her closer. “It’s okay. I’m here.” She tries to push but with each wiggle of her hips, all I am is deeper, closer, needier, hungrier. “Are you still angry with me?”

She stops fidgeting, her eyes finding mine and then she looks away.

“That’s okay. If you’re mad, we can be mad together, little bird.” I take her lips with mine, pistoning my hips, searching for her pleasure. Whether I meant crazy or angry, it doesn’t matter, nothing matters except she and I and this moment.

“Di-di-didn’t b-b-bb-believe mm-m-me.”

Although the stutter is concerning, I could cry. “I know, I’m sorry.” I kiss her. “But you’re not good with apologies are you, Raven? You needproofof my sincerity. Aren’t I in your room, inside of you, protecting you from the storm? Lightning has been striking and you’ve been lost in my arms, little love. I’m here. With you. For you.”

She scoffs and I grin against her lips.

“Do you want to take it out on me instead?” I roll us over without slipping out. She sits up, pulling off Maverick’s shirt, and I let out a winning growl. Months ago I dreamed of having her just likethis, her nails roughly clawing down my chest, taking her pleasure from me, grabbing her hips to help her because she’s still inexperienced. That’s our fault, probably, always taking over, impatient and demanding, dominating, but this is for her.

Another flash of lightning but she’s not even paying attention. Her head hangs back in pleasure, chestnut hair tickling my thighs. I push her breasts together, rubbing my thumbs over her dark pink nipples, watching the tips move and harden under my touch. I sit up with her, kissing and licking one before moving onto the other, back and forth, roving my tongue, sucking them into my mouth just to hear those little breathy moans.

Anything.

I’d doanythingfor those illicit little sounds she only gives to those she trusts and no matter how angry she is with me, shetrustsme. “I love you,” I groan into her chest, letting my heels find purchase, pushing up on her down, our bodies in tune with the other. It’s too fucking good. “Raven,” her eyes find mine, and her arms go around my shoulders to balance. “Please.” I moan, feeling that too familiar need to release.

With another strike of lightning, something takes over her, her eyes sharpen, her hand finds the nape of my neck, and she tugs my head back. She bounces harder in my lap, no longer using her hips but her knees to balance herself, blossoming into a succubus before my eyes. She licks along the seam of my lips and I open for her, the kiss is ravaging.

“Come, Damon.” She breaks from me as her pussy pulsates, hot, gushing.

“A little more, don’t stop.”

She cries out, and I follow, each squeeze of her tight cunt makes my eyes roll back and I shatter as her forehead tips on mine.

I let myself fall against the pillows, bringing her down with me as we pant. When she tries to move, I wrap my arms around her middle. “Not yet. Please I’ve missed you.”

I am not a man that begs, but for her, I will.

Her arm comes up, her hand on my chest, and I soothe her back, letting my fingers run circles, up and down.

“Raven…”

“Hmm?”

“They’re probably arresting him right now.”

She nods as the door creaks open, and Jonas slips into the room. “The lightning woke me up. I came in to check on you, baby, since we didn’t get a chance to buy you your nightlight.”

“S-s-sleep light.”

Jonas smirks and lays at the foot of the bed. “Sure,sleeplight.”

“Little bird, are you aware of your stuttering?”

She nods again and Jonas sits up and crawls up the bed to where we are. I sigh heavily and bring my fingers to my forehead.

“What does it mean? Is it bad?”

I shrug. “She didn’t speak for so long so we weren’t made aware of it. She had really bad head trauma. A severe concussion. Could be aphasia, damage to the brain’s language center, which can be helped with a speech therapist. Or it could be apraxia which… that’s damage to the cerebellum that controls the tongue and the vocal chords.”

Another squeak of the door and Maverick pops in. “I was making sure she was sleeping well before I headed down to make coffee if anyone would like some?”

“I’m going to sleep in. We don’t have practice when there’s lightning and my other classes are hybrid classes.” Jonas informs us. “So I’ll probably just go to the library later.”

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