“No.”
I step closer.“So why are you here?”
His eyes track my movement, dark and steady.“Because if I don’t touch you, I’m going to put my fist through something I can’t afford to break.”
Heat coils low in my stomach.“Then sit,” I say.
He does.Immediately.No hesitation.No posturing.That’s when something in my chest cracks open.
I straddle his lap without asking, knees bracketing his hips, hands settling on his shoulders like that’s where they belong.He exhales hard the second my weight settles.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters.
“Don’t start pretending now,” I say.“You’ve been looking at me you want to bend me over since I showed up here.”
“I’ve beennottouching you since that fucking night,” he growls.“There’s a difference.”
I lean in until my mouth is a breath from his.“Then stop holding back.”
That’s all it takes.His hands slide up my back, firm but controlled, fingers spreading like he’s grounding himself instead of claiming me.My mouth crashes into his, hungry and unrestrained, and the sound he makes into my lips is pure relief.
We kiss like we’re done waiting.No testing.No restraint.Just heat and breath and the sharp press of want finally given permission to exist.Grounding ourselves and feeling the relief that we are both here and alive in this moment.
“Fuck,” I breathe when his mouth drops to my throat.“Savage...”
He bites the word back with a curse, mouth hot against my skin.“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been not to do this?”
“Good,” I say, grinding down onto his hard cock deliberately.“Then you won’t fuck this up by rushing.”
He laughs, low and rough.“You’re going to be the death of me.”
I tug his shirt the rest of the way open and shove it off his shoulders.My hands roam without hesitation—muscle, heat, tattoos, and scarred skin that tells a story I don’t need explained.
“You don’t get gentle right now,” I say.“You get honest.”
His hands tighten reflexively, then loosen.
“Say when,” he says.
That’s when I know.I don’t answer with words.I kiss him harder, dragging my nails down his back until he swears into my mouth.I rock my hips again, slow and intentional, and his composure finally cracks.
“Fuck,” he groans.“Raven...”
“Still here,” I say.“Still choosing this.”
That’s all the permission either of us needs.We strip each other quickly, touching and kissing every available inch of skin as we go.It’s not frantic or rushed, it’s just ...inevitable.The press of my skin against his sends sparks of arousal through me and my nipples pebble against the hair on his chest and I can’t hold back the sounds that fall from my lips.
His hands hold me closely as he takes a nipple into his mouth.My pussy contracts at the sensation and I moan loudly.Heat escalates inside me until the room feels too small to hold it.
I push him back onto the bed and climb over him again, straddling his hips, taking my time like I know exactly how much it’s killing him.I slowly sink down on his erection, loving the stretch of being filled by him.When I have him fully inside me, I lean forward on my hands and stare at him.
“You look wrecked,” I tell him hoarsely.
“Because you have no fucking mercy,” he replies.
I grin.“Liar.”
His hands slide up my thighs, thumbs pressing into skin like he’s anchoring himself.“Can I move now?”
