Page 27 of Ravaged Soul
“What if I’m giving you permission to be selfish for a second?”
It takes effort not to look at her inviting thighs, the tank top riding up to barely cover her full chest. Further evidence to my point. If only my twitching cock would get on board with my moral stance and behave.
“You’re killing yourself to fulfil this duty, and I admire you for that, but this hero act is old.”
“Em…”
“No. You deserve to be selfish too.”
“Ember, please. I need to go.”
When her hips jerk, I feel the molten heat pooling between her thighs press against my crotch. She’s moved to position herself right above my rapidly swelling dick. I highly doubt that’s accidental.
“Ember,” I bleat again.
“I want to forget,” she murmurs. “Don’t you want that too? Even for a second?”
“We can’t, and you know it. Stop this.”
“Then make me. You could if you wanted to.”
Ember shifts again, deliberately rubbing herself against me. Heat spikes deep within my cavities, creating a slow burn. The tantalisation of her body pressed on mine is too enticing to resist.
Pressure strains against my sweatpants, screaming out for relief after months of this agonising tease. Scrap that, years. It’s been fucking years, and I’m still denying myself the release that I so desperately need.
How good would it feel to give in? To give Ember exactly what her filthy mouth is begging me for? I could do it. She’s right—I’m the only one stopping this. If I so desired, I could have her crying my name nine ways to Sunday while my teammates listen to me take her.
My dick spasms at the thought.
Yes. I definitely desire that.
“Unless… you don’t want me?” Her teeth pierce her bottom lip.
“Fucking hell, love.” I pinch her pink, swollen lip between my fingers to free it. “You know I do. I think I’ve made that pretty bloody clear.”
“Then why are you pushing me away?”
“Em… I’m trying to keep you safe.”
“From whom? From you?”
Fingers tightening on my shoulders, she rotates her hips, dragging her tempting heat over my sweatpants again. My head spins from how quickly she’s flipped this entire situation and brought me to my knees.
“For once, just stop thinking. Stop obsessing. Stop worrying about everyone and everything but yourself. Take what you want from me.”
Heart thudding unevenly, I push out a short breath. “I don’t remember the last time I did that.”
“I’m guessing never.”
Roughly grinding down on my dick, she studies my face in the din. An involuntary gasp breaks past my lips, rewarding her efforts. I’m harder than fucking steel at the feel of her pressed against my trapped cock.
Sure, watching Ember work herself over for me was quite literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And sure, I came twice in the shower afterwards as I angrily fucked my hand to the memory of her coming apart. But I haven’t touched her like I really want to.
I can push her aside right now. Climb out of this bed. Flee the room and lock myself away someplace where her temptation can’t reach me. She’s off-limits. Forbidden. And far too good for me.
But when she finds the hem of her tank top then quickly tugs it over her head, my protests die a sudden death. Distant city lights illuminate Ember’s generous round tits, two rosy buds forming diamonds that beckon to be licked, bitten and sucked.
“See me.” She drags a single fingertip along the canyon between her breasts. “Look how you make me feel.”
