Page 118 of Isolation
Anger is a justified emotion based on our history.
While I felt obligated to defend the relationship we had and the memories I cherish, Raven’s assessment of our history is correct.
My assumption of a seventeen-year-old Raven’s level of maturity was wrong. She was an understanding person who lacked strong emotions.
I misjudged her non-reactive nature for maturity. I expected her to voice it if she didn’t want me as she did with other men.
But I wasn’t just another man. I held a position of power over her, and she felt pressured to go along with my desires.
I should have waited until Raven was eighteen to pursue her. I already knew that, but it’s been reasserted.
As a minor her decisions were not her own. I was a functioning adult by seventeen. We acted so alike; I assumed that she was too.
I never thought turning eighteen made a difference. It clearly did.
I had to hide our relationship because I didn’t wait for that milestone. I never realized it made her feelthatcheap.
A tainted relationship at an early age can ruin your self-worth. I was older. It was my responsibility to understand that and address what was happening between us, even when she acted squeamishly.
My own stunted growth rivaled Raven’s.
Fucking absentee parents.
These bad decisions of mine led us both down a path of darkness.
I look down at the girl I dragged into the dark with me. I breathe her in deeply and finally feel her stir.
“Rave?” I say in my hoarse voice.
As soon as Raven lifts her head to look at me, I trail my fingers down and between us to slip into her folds.I have waited as long as I could.
Fuck. She is still dripping.
Lifting my own head, I tilt it to nibble at her ear. Both of our chests are moving fast. Our faces are covered with the same animalistic lust.
We have to talk about the fucked up shit from tonight, but not at this very moment. No words pass between us. We both know what we want.
“Get on your knees,” I order in a low voice, eyes boring into her with steel cold hunger.
“Only if you say please,” Raven tries to sass back.
I usually love her feisty side, but Raven is finally not shuddering out of fear. My mind is on a single track before that changes.
I flip her over so she is on her back.
“Milo!”
I lift up and flip her over again, so she is on her stomach. With a hand under her waist I pull her up to her knees. Raven’s palms naturally fall flat on the floor, so she is on all fours.
I grab the thong that she never took off, and slide it down to the back of her knees.
“I am dying to be inside you again,” I breathe. “Spread your legs wider.”
I take my jeans and boxers off and position myself behind her while Raven complies on shaky legs.
Prying her thighs open even more with one hand, I use the other to give myself a long stroke.
I stare at her perfect ass in the air, grab her hips tightly with both hands to pull her butt back, and sheath myself inside her in one hard thrust.
