Page 63 of Ravage God
He didn’t believe me.
I was lying, of course. There was no other man. Not with my restrictive childhood and being the daughter of a traditionalist made man who somehow placed more value on my virginity than he ever had on me as his daughter.
But I was still offended that Elio didn’t believe me.
“Yes,” I said, trying to sound as confident as I could muster. Or, at least, as confident as I could with him moving his lips down to my nipples and leaving light, almost airy kisses on them that had them standing at attention, as if begging him for more.
I clenched my fists at my sides to keep from touching him, which was pointless mere seconds later when he gathered my wrists in one hand and held them above my head.
I flexed my muscles, but he only tightened his grip on me, making it impossible to escape, and leaving me feeling vulnerable and open.
I should be scared of this feeling, but I wasn’t. Not with him.
He leaned down and licked my nipple with the flat of his tongue.
I let out a loud moan that I was sure would embarrass me later.
“Yes?” he asked, smirking a little. I wanted to both kiss and slap him. “What did he do? And baby, I need you to use your words.”
I froze. He wanted me to describe this supposed amazing sex I had with an imaginary man?
I tried to think back to all those romance books I had read before. My mind went blank.
“I… I can’t concentrate when you’re doingthat,” I said, my voice shaking as he sucked one nipple into his mouth and played with the hardened nub with his teeth.
Wetness gushed from between my legs, and there was this heavy pressure on my stomach that seemed to only increase the more he played with me. He looked up and met my eyes, but didn’t pull his mouth away.
He sucked harder, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I tried to pull out of his grasp. I wanted to touch him so badly, but he held on.
He let go of my nipple with a pop of his mouth and smiled deviously at me.
“He did that,” I said.
For a brief moment, his face darkened, as if he hated the thought of another man touching me the same way he was. Then the darkness faded, and his confidence came back. “Yeah?”
He nipped at the side of my breast. I let out a small yelp in surprise. “Did he do that?”
I nodded without thinking, and he moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment before making his way down my body. He pushed my legs further apart, and I could feel my breath coming out in harsh pants from the sensation. I couldn’t even imagine the sight I must be making right now.
I felt his hot breath fanning over my drenched pussy lips.
Fuck.
The first swipe of his tongue was soft.
Not soft enough not to be noticeable, but enough that I was left yearning for more.
I looked down and met his eyes. He grinned wickedly at me and winked. I felt that wink all the way down to the very center of myself, just as he leaned down and used his tongue on me once more, his movements becoming more deliberate.
Hell.
I reached my hands down and threaded my fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it. The pain seemed to spur him on because he quickened his tongue before using his mouth on me, sucking me in. I gasped, and my back bowed from the sensation.
He doubled his efforts.
“Elio!” I screamed out, involuntarily rolling my hips and seeking out more of him, more of his tongue, more of everything. He pushed up, his tongue lashing at my clit.
