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Forever.

There are no images of wavy blonde hair or soulless blue eyes - it’s just Raven and me and nothing else matters and nothing else in the entire cosmos exists except us and I’m burning, aching, needing, silently pleading with every crash of our tongues and every clash of our lips for this to be real, for her to love me, to please,pleasefucking love me because I’m dying and she’s the antidote tothe poison I’ve become, like I am Erebus, the god of darkness and she is Selene, the goddess of the moon, personified, lighting my way.

With every word unspoken, each action is louder and I want it all. All her gestures, her smirks, her facial expressions, her tears. I’ll take every day of her silence over the screaming noise of my thoughts. She never has to speak a word to me. And I’ll show her, the girl with no voice, every day, how much I want it, want her, even if it means I’ll help her kill every fucking person on that goddamn ledger.

“I love you,” I breathe against her lips, the words hoarse, low, but true. “My soul has seen yours and I know yours has seen mine and there’s no going back for me, baby. We were meant to collide; nobody can tell me otherwise.”

Her kiss becomes brutal, frantic, her soul searching for mine. My hands go to lift her camisole and we part for the moment it takes to tug it off her, the silk of her hair is a delightful contrast against the soft of her skin and every inch of it against mine makes me erupt in chills that burn and make my muscles contract. She rubs against me, the heat of her hands when she tugs at the waistband of my briefs is done in an inexperienced urgency that makes me grin. I lift my hips so they slide down just as I pull her thong to the side, and she slides her slick, warm sex over mine, rubbing, teasing.

She drapes her arms over my shoulders, using me to balance herself as I grab her hips. Her head tilts back, pert nipples on my lips, I stick out my tongue to catch one as she clumsily finds her rhythm. Virgin, inexperienced or experienced, I’d take whatever Raven has to offer. But I know what I felt down in her sex. I was a fuck boy, popping cherries left and right before and after Paris.

But knowing I could be Raven’s first… fuck. There’s no urgency for me to split her in half. I’ll let her go as far as she wants to and feeling her like this, so needy, my cock under her weight, coated in her arousal, sliding between her puffy lips, nipple on my tongue, her head tilted back, lips parted, eye closed and face contorted in total ecstasy; it’s something I never thought I would be into, but because it’s her, I want it. I want it all.

“Look at me, baby. I want to look in your eyes when you come for me.”

Those sweet honey-drop eyes open, dilated, hungry, full of lust for me. She licks the underside of her top lip, over her teeth and Igrip her hips tighter, knowing I’ll be leaving bruises over the ones Chase left behind.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Keep going, you’re so hot… so wet… fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” Her breath hitches, eyebrows knit together in concentration like when she’s reading and trying to make sense of what’s written. The blush that creeps from her chest up her cheeks tells me she’s close to detonating for me and I want to detonate with her. “Right there, baby, keep doing that.” I rasp when her clit runs over my frenulum, the most sensitive part of me. I swear I go cross-eyed for a moment when she does it again. Beneath her weight and her gliding, using me to seek her pleasure, I’m so ready to let go for her.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, biting the pearled thick flesh, the pressure in my balls building, winding throughout my spine. I take one hand and lick my middle finger then reach back to tease her asshole, pushing my knuckle past the tight ring of muscle and her eyes widen, going harder, pushing my finger further into her. I bite my lip. Oh yeah, my girl is gonnaloveanal. There will be no hole left unclaimed by me. It’s the most erotic thought I’ve ever had, pushing me further into bliss.

“That’s right baby. Come for me. I’m right there with you.”

Her orgasm ripples through her, causing her to go stiff just as my cock spurts, unloading between us, that delicious musky scent of sweat and sex and pheromones clings to us. She falls over me, panting, her forehead in the crooked of my neck and I hold her tighter.

I’m so fucked for Raven Monroe and I officially don’t give a fuck.

Chapter Seventeen

Damon.

It’s been a day of...“tears.”

I was forced to host group grief counseling sessions all day. At first, it was the football team and the Sigma Delta Chi frat brothers talking about what a great quarterback he was, hosting thesickestparties, how he could drink and never puke, and remember that one time that he snorted a fat rail off a strippers ass at Inferno?

When I asked about Inferno, having seen the red neon sign with the Syndicate logo burned into the brick wall above it whilst walking around town the other evening before my little bird offed the Quarterback, I was all too happy they were answering my questions about howlitthis place was and how I could get a membership without having to be part of the…

That’s where they stopped talking and went back to sharing memories about ChaseMotherfuckingPrescott.

The remaining three group sessions was made up of all of his old conquests squabbling and crying, talking about how Chase Prescott made them feel like they were “the one.” I almost didn’t hold in the eye roll for those sessions.

I haven’t been able to visit my little bird because Jonas has been staying with her due to Riordan staying in Jonas’ dorm room. Although watching them almost fuck all over her dorm room has been fun, I know she’s holding out for me.

Which is why I’m excited for tomorrow. Raven made an online appointment to see me,alone.

Jonas made one for the hour before her.

It will be interesting, to say the least.

Tonight, I’m going to Inferno. I need a good Old Fashioned (or four) anyway, and make sure my ten-thousand-dollar-quarterly fee is money well spent.

I’m still in my tailored charcoal suit when I enter the club. It smells of rich incense, cigars, expensive perfumes, and even more pretentious colognes. Like a speakeasy, Inferno is romantically lit with sconces and heavy velvet curtains against the walls, the music – some type of slow and reverbed song - isn’t overtly loud so patrons can carry a conversation without having to yell across the table. Looking about the room, I’m noticing a lot of suits and ties. Yeah, it looks like a lot of business deals go down here.

There’s a bar in every corner of the first floor, booths along the brick walls that give it a rustic feel, and in the center are oversized red couches with low black tables centered between them all to place your drinks. All-in-all, it’s chic and sexy and I’m sure pheromones are pumped through the vents.

I make my way to the second floor that has the same layout as the first floor but there’s added cages where young co-ed dancers are doing their best to keep your attention, wearing disguises and most, if not all of them wear masks. This floor has more of a burlesque feel.

I immediately understand the club. It’s a way to take you back to the time when sexuality was repressed and forbidden making all of this tabooer. Sexy. I like it.

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