Page 64 of Rampage

His mouth returns to mine, the kiss gentler now but no less intense. His hands explore with careful reverence, learning my body as if mapping territory he plans to memorize. Each touch is a question, each response carefully noted.

When his fingers brush the underside of my breast, I gasp against his mouth, my body arching into the contact. He pauses, gauging my reaction, then cups me fully, his thumb brushing across my nipple in a way that makes me whimper.

"Beautiful," he whispers, watching my face as he continues his exploration. "So responsive."

His words, the admiration in them, make me bold. I reach between us, my hand finding the waistband of his boxers. His muscles tense beneath my touch, a sharp inhale revealing his restraint.

"Are you sure?" he asks one last time, his eyes searching mine in the moonlight.

I answer by sliding my hand lower, wrapping my fingers around him through the cotton. His eyes close briefly, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

"Lily," he groans, his hips flexing involuntarily into my touch. "You're going to be the death of me."

I smile against his mouth, enjoying the power of affecting him this way. "I certainly hope not. I have plans for you."

The playfulness of my response seems to surprise him, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. "Plans, huh?"

His hand moves from my breast down my side, across my hip, then lower still. When his fingers brush the inside of my thigh, my breath catches, my body tensing automatically.

Reid freezes immediately, attuned to my every reaction. "Too much?" he asks, his voice concerned.

"No," I answer quickly, forcing my body to relax. "Just… I haven't done this before."

Reid goes completely still, his eyes widening slightly in the moonlight. "You haven't…?"

I bite my lip, suddenly self-conscious under his intense gaze. "I'm a virgin," I whisper, the admission making me feel strangely vulnerable. "With everything Frank did, all the abuse… I never let anyone close enough after. I couldn't."

His expression softens, a complex mix of emotions crossing his face: tenderness, fierce protectiveness, and something deeper that makes my heart race.

"Lily," he breathes, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. "We don't have to?—"

"I want to," I interrupt, my voice stronger now. "With you. I trust you, Reid. I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you."

He studies my face for a long moment, searching for any sign of hesitation. When he finds none, he presses his forehead to mine, his breath warm against my lips.

"Then we go slow," he murmurs. "So slow. And you tell me if anything—anything at all—doesn't feel right."

I nod, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation fluttering in my stomach. Reid kisses me again, but this time with tenderness, as if I'm something precious he fears might break.

His hands resume their exploration, gentler now, more deliberate. He takes his time, learning what makes me sigh, what makes me gasp, what makes me tremble beneath his touch. Each discovery seems to delight him, his eyes darkening with satisfaction when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers against my skin as he slowly peels his t-shirt from my body, leaving me bare beneath his gaze. "Perfect."

I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but the reverence in his eyes makes me feel powerful instead. His hands follow the path of his gaze, tracing curves and valleys with worshipful attention.

When his mouth replaces his fingers, hot and wet against my breast, I arch off the bed with a surprised gasp. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

"Reid," I breathe, my fingers threading through his hair.

He looks up, his eyes meeting mine as his tongue circles my nipple.

"Lily," he murmurs against my skin, lifting his head to meet my gaze with an intensity that steals my breath. "If we continue, if I take you, there's no going back. You need to understand what that means."

My heart hammers in my chest as he rises above me, his powerful body hovering over mine, muscles taut with restraint.

"What does it mean?" I whisper, reaching up to trace the hard line of his jaw.

His eyes darken further, something flickering in their depths. "It means you're mine. Completely. I don't share what's mine, and I don't let go." His voice drops lower, rougher. "It means I'll burn the world down for you if I have to."

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