Page 21 of Isolation
I am pissed too. So fucking pissed. There is only one thing that can calm me down right now.
I need to feel her wetness right this second. I need to hear her scream my name.
My hand starts to shape her body to touch everything she has denied me over the years. I run my hands over her thighs, belly, and chest.
Sliding up her tank top, I let her breasts spill out.
Fuck. I am going to blackout from that visual alone. I can feel her heartbeat as my hands roam her chest, squeezing her breasts.
I tilt my face to press a kiss on her cheek as I curl my fingers inside her. Raven grabs my hand, having decided on her route. She is going to fight me instead of taking my advice.
“No! You can’t pull the same crap again.”She violently thrashes.
Raven’s injuries are serious. She might hurt herself. I should stop for that reason alone.
So, why can’t I get myself to stop?
“Get. Off. Me.” Raven enunciates each word.
“No,” I curtly state without further explanation.
There is no point in explaining. I am her hero when she accepts me. I am her worst nightmare when she rejects me. I have stopped trying to explain that to her a long time ago.
“Milo, stop!”
“Shhh,” I coax her gently, sighing with relief as soon as I feel her getting wet. I needed that.
I tilt my head again to watch for her reaction. Raven has exhausted herself from trying to fight me off. She simply turns her face away from me.
Raven is relentless, even though we can both feel her lubrication coating my fingers.
“At this point, you are fighting yourself, not me,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. “Why won’t you just admit that you want me as much as I want you?”
“You’re right,” she whispers back angrily, still refusing to look at me. “I do want you.”
I freeze at her unexpected admission. My fingers inside her stop moving. I am about to ask what she means when she adds the next part of her comment.
“And it’s killing me. You can force me to react positively to you, but you cannot force me to feel okay about this. We’ll never have anything more than a sick physical connection. Every time you fuck me, I am reminded of that shallow bond, and part of my soul gets ripped away by the time we are done. So, go ahead if this is what does it for you. I won’t fight you anymore.”
My face contorts. I’m glaring at the back of her head with a mixture of lust and anger.
Actually, not anger. It’s more like a lethal hell-bent fury from another dimension.
She made me wait for years, only to come back for my brother. Now she is downplaying our connection to gut me.
Her actions do not justify my behavior, but Raven rules all of my conscious and subconscious thoughts.
I need to know that the same is true for her.
I need her to know that I am the only man for her—the only one she is allowed to think of, to dream of.
I roughly grip her hair with one hand to wrench her head back, my mouth moving to the back of her neck to bite down.
True to her word, she doesn’t fight me but stays hell bound on ignoring my ministrations, as if waiting for me to finish.
I pull my cock out of my sweatpants with my other hand. Using the arm around her waist to lift her up, I position my hips under hers to guide my cock to her opening. I slide her down on my hard cock and tighten my hold around her waist.
“Fuck!” I clench my teeth as her tight pussy squeezes my dick.
