Page 48 of Reckless At Raleigh High
“Only thing I’m concerned about taking off are your clothes,” I tell her. “Get rid of them. Get rid of them all. I want you naked on that bed in three seconds, or I’m gonna end up tearing through that Billy Joel shirt with my fucking teeth.”
Silver’s perfect mouth is swollen and red from the rough kiss I landed on her the moment we were through the apartment door. With dazed, unfocused eyes, she scans my face, picking over my features in a way that makes me want to tear her pants down, put her over my knee and spank her bare ass until it’s red raw for such blatant insubordination. I growl, the rumble vibrating in the back of my throat, and Silver’s pupils dilate even further.
“Wolf,” she accuses, eyeing the tattoo of the wolf on the back of my hand. “You’re a fucking savage, aren’t you.”
Oh, she has no fucking idea. Not even the first clue. I consider racing outside and howling up at the night sky again, knowing just how good the bite of the cold air will feel on my skin. I choose to stay here, towering over my beautiful wide-eyed prize instead. “Silver, you’re gonna scream so hard for me, the whole neighborhood’s gonna hear about it.”
I rub her bottom lip with my thumb, slowly using it to open her mouth. I push it inside, up to the first knuckle, and a dangerously wicked glint flashes in her eye. She’s going to bite…
“Ah, ah, ah.” I tut under my breath, pretending to disapprove. “Only wolves get to bite. And you…you’re not a wolf.” She hisses, surprised, when I quickly dip down and sink my teeth into her neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm.
“I…could be a…wolf,” she pants.
I shake my head, hiding in the crook of her neck so she can’t see my teasing smile. “You’re a kitten,mi amore. A soft, cuddly, gentle kitten.” This issofar from the truth—she’s as fierce as a wolf, any day of the week—but it’s fun to tease her.
“Oooh, you are asking for trouble!” She pushes me away, planting her palms against my chest and firmly shoving. It’s barely enough force to shift me at all, but I willingly give her a foot. Just one. She’s still trapped in the circle of my arms as I rest my hands against the wall above her head, using it to brace myself. I find a lust-filled defiance dancing in her blue eyes. “You’re lucky I’m feeling forgiving, or I might have shown you just how sharp this kitten’s claws are,” she informs me.
Holy fuck, Iwanther to show me. A little demonstration would be much appreciated. There’ll be time for that later, though. First, I want to make her melt. I want to kiss and lick and knead and palm her until she’s pliant and obedient. And then I want to fucking eat her alive. “Reckless,” I accuse, grabbing one of her tits through her shirt and squeezing possessively. “Better think through your words before you start making suggestions like that. I might get carried away.”
The tip of her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my cock throbs painfully in my pants. She has no idea what she does to me when she performs these seductive little actions. That’s why they’re so fucking arousing. Lots of women lick their lips, pout, and flutter their eyelashes flirtatiously, running their fingers suggestively across their cleavages, but that kind of sexual assault is gross to me. Way too contrived and obvious. When Silver wets her mouth with the tip of her tongue, she does it because her heart’s beating out of her chest, and she’s nervous, and thinking about me kissing her. Andthatmakes my dick harder than concrete.
She’s stronger than any girl or woman I’ve ever met. She’s stood in the face of pain and humiliation, when others would have been brought to their knees. She has the heart of a lion. She’s stared down death and refused to quail at the sight of it…and yet with me, she can be vulnerable.
We undress each other, ripping clothes over each other’s heads as she stumble down the hallway to the bedroom, tripping as we kick out of our shoes. My hands ache, longing to touch her, as she shimmies the thin lacey fabric of her panties down her thighs and lets them drop to the floor.
Breathless, I go to her, placing my hands on her hips. She gazes up at me, and a surge of desperation punches through me, making my head spin. If someone had told me a year ago that I was going to meet a girl and fall for her so hard that I asked her to marry me within a space of a few months, I’d have laughed in their faces. I’d never have believed it. I’d have immediately regretted my impending rashness ahead of time and done whatever I could to prevent it. I’m not that guy anymore, though. Regret is the furthest thing from my mind. I want everything now. Our future together. Our lives, unspooled before us, filled with twists and turns and unexpected surprises. I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Her hair is so wavy and beautiful in the pale moonlight that floods in through the window. Like porcelain, her bare skin is so smooth and flawless. I feast on the sight of her tits, the heavy curve of them begging me to cup their weight in my hands, and it takes every ounce of patience I possess not to fuck her where she stands.
Even with its scars,becauseof its scars, her body is perfection. It’s been abused, beaten, violated and broken in places, but it’s beautiful in every way. Her back holds her upright and strong, unafraid. Her hands, held loose by her side, are capable of creating the most haunting music.Her eyes, the color of winter morning skies over the Walker Forest, are defiant, and proud, and brimming over with intelligence.
She said yes…
She said yes…
She said yes…
She said yes…
“On the bed,Argento.” As though she’s some kind of dream, a figment of my imagination, it feels like if I don’t do something to claim her right now and physically anchor her to this reality, she’ll evaporate into smoke and I’ll lose her forever.
Silver sets herself down on top of the duvet, her hair spilling around her head, her coral-pink nipples peaked and begging for attention. She reaches out a hand to me, and common-sense demands that I run to her instead of walk.
The bed dips as I climb up onto the mattress, positioning myself next to Silver. I give myself a second to survey her from the crown of her head to her toes, ravenously devouring every detail of her. Her ribcage rises and falls unevenly, her breath coming in staccato burst. “God, Alex. The way you stare at me makes me feel like I’m burning up.”
My mouth hitches up in one corner, a pleased rumble building in my chest. I take my index finger, running the tip of it over the flat of Silver’s stomach, satisfaction warming me when she shivers at my touch. I trail my solitary finger down, circling her belly button with it, grinding my teeth together as I venture even lower.
“You want me to put out the fire?” I ask her. “Or should I stoke the flames?” I trail my index finger to the left, over the crease where her leg meets her hip, and she bucks in answer, her ass jerking upward off the bed.
“I’ll literally scream if you stop,” she whispers, frustration coloring her words. Her need for me is addicting. Her eyes follow my hand, watching it as it skates across her skin, her cheeks a flushed shade of red that seems to glow hotly even in the dim light. I trace my finger lower still, tracing it lightly over the very apex of her thighs now, right where the petite slit of her pussy begins. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit if Silver waxed her pubic hair or let it grow naturally, but I’m glad her skin is bare for tonight at least. I want to see every inch of her. I want to spread her apart and see how the champagne pink of her flesh deepens to darker shade of rose. I want to witness just how turned on she is by slickness of her cunt.
I hold the pad of my thumb against the lips of her pussy, knowing that if press down a little, guiding my finger a tiny bit lower, she’ll yield to me, giving me access, and I’ll have her gasping in seconds; I can already feel the small, hard pebble of her clit beneath her skin, swollen, just waiting to be rolled and rubbed until she breaks apart for me.
“You want my tongue,dolcezza? You want me to fuck you with my fingers while I lick you?”
Her eyes shutter closed. She lets her head fall back onto the bed, her fingers twitching reflexively, like she needs something to hold onto. “God…yes. Please, Alex. Please.”
I lean over her, arching my body over hers, anticipation making my blood surge faster through my veins. She’s fucking spectacular. I’m going to take my time over this. I’m going to make her tremble and shake until she can’t take it anymore…
