Page 62 of Ravage God
Elio’s eyes darkened. He cupped me fully with his hand, the warmth spreading from my center and outward. I closed my eyes briefly from the sensation. How could this feel so good?
So good.
And he hadn’t done anything. Not really. Not yet.
My stomach dipped as I took in a deep breath, and another one, and another, trying to get as much air into my lungs as I could, but it didn’t feel possible.
“Please, Elio. Don’t tease me like this.”
His eyes danced. “But you’re so much fun to tease.”
I pouted, and he started to rub his hand over my… over mypussy.
“Fuck,” I gritted out.
He rubbed harder, his movements quickening, going faster and faster until all I could focus on was his hand.
A loud moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“Elio!”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name. Look at me. Focus on me. Know that it’s me doing this to you. Just me.”
It couldn’t be anyone else.
It had always been him.
Just him.
He pulled away from me suddenly. I cried out in protest, but he was already lying back on top of me, his weight a comforting presence that I wanted to steal for myself.
Surely, if Elio was here like this with me, no one could ever hurt me.
Not again.
I would be safe.
I wrapped my arms around him, attaching myself to him. I didn’t care if that made me seem clingy. I just needed him.
He ran the tip of his nose along my jawline, and I closed my eyes at the sensation.
“This man who took your virginity,” he said, his voice light. “Did he ever eat your pussy?”
My eyes burst open at his words. “W-What?”
Amusement deepened in those honey-brown eyes of his. “Baby. Did he eat your pussy? Did he make you come until you couldn’t think straight? Did he shove his fingers into your tight little pussy and fuck you with them until you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to stop?”
“I…”
I was speechless. Who talked like this? And how did he expect me to answer him? I didn’t know what to say. My mouth gaped open before I closed it and looked at him, dumbfounded.
“Are you at a loss for words, sweetheart?”
He moved his lips down my body, pressing a kiss on the top of one breast, then the other, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything.
“Elio,” I gasped out.
“Answer me, Isa,” he said, his voice a sweet, seductive whisper. The amusement deepened in his eyes.
