Page 68 of Ravage God
I jolted when he pinched my nipple punishingly.
“Yes!” I screamed, moving my hand down to his and trying to get him to loosen his grip. He didn’t. Oh hell. I was sure he could feel my hot, sticky arousal between us.
“My baby likes that, doesn’t she?” he asked, letting go of his grip on me and tapping the center of my nipple.
I yelped.
“Elio!”
“Tell me. Do you like it?”
I hesitated. I wasn’t supposed to like it, was I?
I shook my head.
His grin was pure devil when he tsked. “Did you just lie to me?”
He teasingly played with my nipple as his hips stopped mid-thrust. I wanted to cry at the injustice. I wanted to kill him. I pushed myself back up, wanting more of his touch, my hips bucking beneath him. I didn’t like these light touches. I wanted more. I needed more, and if he valued his life, he was going to start fucking me like he meant it soon.
“Nuh-uh, baby. Hold still like the good girl I know you are.”
I let out a frustrated mewl as his eyes danced with amusement. He was enjoying teasing me.
“I like the other one,” I admitted. Slowly, he started to move his hips, and the pleasure hit me all at once.
I closed my eyes, my inner walls clenching down on him, wanting more.
He pinched my nipple. I let out a shaky breath of air as he plucked at it, over and over again.
“That’s right,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You fucking love it.”
His mouth glided down from my ear to my jawline, before he took my lips in a fervent kiss, as he finally,finally, fucked me the way I needed him to.
Each thrust was hard and deliberate, his pelvis grinding against my clit and sending a tidal wave of pleasure through my body. He swallowed my moans as he deepened the kiss, and suddenly, there was just too much going on.
I felt his hand slide down my body, his touch leaving a trail of burning electricity in its wake, before his fingers found my clit.
I jerked beneath him, but he was merciless. He continued to play with me there while his hips never relented.
I was close.
So close.
The pressure built, and it felt like all my nerve endings were on fire.
“That’s it,” Elio said, his voice harsh and ragged with dark desire. “Let go for me.”
His cock hit just the right spot as he said it, and I…
I crashed.
I screamed out his name as I came, stars dancing behind my eyes. I convulsed around him, trying to ride out the orgasm.
I felt him lean down, his face buried in my neck as he bit me there, his muscles clenched above me.
A guttural sound escaped him as he chased his own release. His movements became erratic, desperate.
I felt him swell inside just before he came. It was a strange sensation. Not bad. Not at all. But strange. Addictive.
