Page 65 of Rampage

The possessiveness in his words should frighten me after everything I've endured, but instead, a shiver of desire runs through me. This isn't Frank's cruel ownership—this is protection, devotion, something fierce and beautiful.

"I want to be yours," I tell him, the truth of it resonating through my entire being.

His expression softens for a moment before he presses a kiss to my lips. "First, I want to taste you," he says, trailing kisses down my neck, between my breasts, across my stomach. "I want to feel you come apart on my tongue."

My breath catches as he moves lower, positioning himself between my thighs. He looks up at me, waiting for permission. I nod, unable to form words as anticipation coils tight within me.

The first touch of his mouth against me is gentle—exploratory—but it still makes me cry out, my back arching off the bed. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as his tongue traces delicate patterns that make stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Reid," I gasp, my fingers clutching at the sheets. "I can't— It's too?—"

"Let go," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "I've got you."

The pleasure builds impossibly higher, a tension coiling tighter and tighter until suddenly it snaps. I shatter with a cry, waves of ecstasy washing through me as Reid holds me steady, his mouth working me through every tremor.

Before I can recover, he changes his approach, his tongue more insistent now, a finger sliding inside me with care. The dual sensation rebuilds the tension immediately, my body responding to his skilled touch as if it were made for him.

"That's it," he encourages as I begin to tremble again. "Give me another one."

The second orgasm crashes over me harder than the first, drawing a sob from my throat as the pleasure borders on overwhelming. Reid gentles his touch but doesn't stop, his eyes watching my face with fierce concentration.

"One more," he whispers, adding a second finger, curling them in a way that makes me see stars. "One more for me," he adds. "Good girl," he breathes against my inner thigh, his voice deep with approval as my body responds to his touch. "So perfect for me. You're doing so well, Lily."

His praise ignites something in my chest. No one has ever spoken to me this way, with reverence, with genuine admiration. The words affect me almost as much as his touch, making me arch and whimper beneath him.

"That's it," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hip bone. "Let me hear you. Good girl."

Each time he calls me that, something inside me unravels further. I've spent so long being told I was worthless, damaged, unwanted—and now this man, this beautiful, fierce protector, is looking at me like I'm everything he's ever desired.

"Reid, please," I gasp, reaching for him. "I need you."

He moves up my body with fluid grace, his powerful frame caging me in, in a way that feels like safety rather than confinement. When he settles between my thighs, I can feel him, hard and ready against me.

"Are you sure?" he asks one final time, his eyes searching mine.

In answer, I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Reid reaches between us, positioning himself at my entrance. He pushes forward with exquisite slowness, giving me time to adjust to the unfamiliar stretch. The initial discomfort fades quickly, replaced by a fullness that makes me feel complete in ways I never imagined.

"You're perfect," he whispers against my lips. "So perfect for me, Lily. My good girl."

When he's fully seated within me, he pauses, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. The moment feels sacred, a connection deeper than physical, more profound than I have words to express.

"Mine," he whispers, and it sounds like a vow.

"Yours," I answer, and it feels like coming home.

He begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. But there is only pleasure now, building with each careful thrust, each whispered word of praise.

"So good for me," he murmurs, his rhythm steady and controlled. "Taking me so well."

His words embolden me. I lift my hips to meet his, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. His control slips a fraction, his next thrust deeper, more urgent.

"Yes," I encourage, my nails scoring lines down his back. "Please, Reid."

Something in him breaks loose at my plea. His movements become more intense, more primal, though never losing the underlying gentleness that defines him. One hand slides beneath me, tilting my hips to change the angle, and suddenly stars explode behind my eyelids.

"There you are," he says. "That's my good girl," he murmurs against my ear, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through my entire body. "So perfect for me."

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