Page 31 of Witch's Exile
He swallowed. "I should have showed you that a long time ago." His fingers gently drifted across my cheek until he was cupping my face. I leaned into his palm, his touch so overwhelming and yet so not enough.
"I'm sorry, Deja." His forehead rested on mine. His body heat radiated like a furnace across my skin, opening me up from the inside.
"Shut up," I said, my voice a shaky whisper.
His brows knitted together in confusion and I realized I had to spell this out for him.
I kissed him with desperation, with all the pent-up aching need for his touch that I'd been starving for. My tongue pried apart his lips to find his waiting for me. He physically shuddered and moaned as his tongue surged out to caress mine. Without words, his mouth told me how starving and desperate he was for me too.
We were a fast-moving clash of lips, tongue, teeth, and hands, like we were trying to fit all the time we missed in the past week into that one moment. My fingers tangled in his hair. He pulled me tight against his chest and his heart hammered against mine.
He was happiness. He was home. He was mine.
"Deja." His lips fell to my neck, prickling my sensitive skin with his rough stubble. "I fucking love you so much. I'm such a stubborn fool."
"I told you to shut up."
My hand ran down the hard wall of his torso, only stopping to cup the equally hard bulge in his jeans. He groaned like a beast and finally started acting like one.
He pushed me backward until I was pinned against the porch railing, then claimed my mouth again. The ache in my body heightened to new sensitivity as he shamelessly groped me, gliding his warm hands under my shirt and pinching my nipples until I whimpered.
With a quick grab of my waist, he hoisted me up to sit on the railing. My legs wrapped around his hips for stability and he took firm handfuls of my ass for even better support. I needed his naked skin on mine like I needed air to breathe and quickly made off with his shirt. It landed somewhere off the porch on the forest floor.
He barely allowed time for my eyes to feast on him as he tore off my shirt and bra, somehow without his mouth ever leaving my neck or collarbone. His lips returned to mine for more deep, soul-tingling kisses that only made me hungrier. Every rough caress of my breasts and tight, possessive grip on my hips unraveled me, stripping me down to nothing but a body with the most basic, animalistic need.
His hands swept across my lower belly, causing my brain to briefly reawaken at the thought of what I still didn't tell him. But did he already know?
Before I could say anything his fingers slipped under the stretchy waistband of my leggings. My core flared up with greedy heat at feeling his hands so close to it.
He then pulled his hands apart and a sharp tearing sound grated my ears. He ripped the fabric apart right down the front of my crotch. And thanks to my disdain for VPL, I wasn't wearing any underwear.
Shocked, I raised my eyes to his and saw the old Raum looking back at me. The Raum I fell in love with dared me to tell him off. I saw it in his cocky smirk and gleeful dark eyes. And I saw that he would punish me if I did so.
And fuck me, I couldn't resist. "If you want it so bad, why are you just standing there?"
His low, throaty chuckle vibrated from deep in his chest and felt like a caress on my skin. I never needed him more than right in that moment.
"I'm admiring the view." His fingers trailed up my spine to grab a fistful of my hair at the base of my skull. "Before I tear you to pieces and mark you as mine again."
I thought my body temperature couldn't go any higher but I was downright delirious at how hot this man made me. The cool evening air on my exposed nipples and pussy gave no relief. It only made them even more achingly sensitive.
Raum's hot tongue burned my skin against the evening chill. He sucked the aching peaks of my nipples into his hot mouth, making me whimper for more. My trembling fingers reached for his zipper and I silently begged that he wouldn't stop me. I needed him and couldn't stand it any longer.
Thankfully he didn't. His sexy groan was just as desperate as mine as I stroked the thick, hot shaft and guided him toward me. He pressed against my slick entrance with no resistance, no pulling away and teasing. We'd have plenty of time for that later.
His wide cock slowly pushed my inner walls apart and I hardly dared to breathe. The bliss of him inside me quite literally took my breath away.
"Deja," he choked out, his grip tightening on my hair as he eased himself in slowly. He didn't want to spend a bunch of time teasing me, yet still wanted to go slow enough to enjoy every moment. Every inch.
We sighed in unison as he sheathed fully inside me. The sweet, delicious pressure of him soothed the ache of being without him for so long.
"This is where I belong," he growled softly as he pulled back his hips before filling me again.
"Yes," I gasped as I clung to his wide sculpted shoulders. Every thrust seemed to steal my breath, my words, while at the same time giving me exactly what I needed.
"Don't ever do that again." Tears pricked at my eyes as I whispered my plea. "I can't go through not talking to you, or feeling you in this lifetime or any other."
"Never." He rooted deep inside me as he moaned the word and paused his thrusts to tilt my chin in his hand. "I don't know what it's like to die, but these days without you felt like they killed me. I was trying to punish myself for hurting you and I'm a fucking idiot."
