Page 80 of Ravaged By Lust

We start kissing before we even get through the door. I know that Gary is out today, so there’s no chance of him walking in on us. And what a sight it would be for him if he does. Bishop has got me in a full embrace. He’s having to lean down to kiss me, his hands running through my hair as he brings my head towards his lips. I feel so small in his arms and I’m loving it.

He lifts me up from the ground and takes me inside with just his sheer manly strength.

“You’ve got muscles,” I say.

“I work out all day just to carry you,” he replies.

We fall onto the couch in the living room, giggling like naughty schoolkids. He lies on top of me, pinning down my wrists. I stare up into his deep eyes.

He’s going to say something, I just know.

“I am sorry,” he whispers.

I shake my head and laugh. “I don’t care anymore. Sometimes you have to move on, it’s just taken me some time to properly realize that. We’ve wasted enough time already.”

“All the pleasure is worth the pain,” Bishop replies with that cheeky grin of his. “And I want my pleasure.”

“You do?”

“I want to taste you.”

“Tell me more.”

“I want to have what’s been denied to me for years, Chloe Stoll.”

“And all I want from you, Bishop Hayes, is for you to fuck me right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He delicately traces the tip of his index finger up along my jaw, stopping at my mouth. He dances over my lips. He’s inviting me to suck on it, and I do. Slowly at first, and then with more vigor. The intense and barbarian way in which his deep eyes watch me suck his finger makes a heat wave shoot down my body. I feel myself slipping. Losing myself to his possession…

Seeing my eyes glaze over with desire, Bishop growls like a wolf and reaches down to kiss me ferociously. It’s like he’s priming to devour me. Like me finally succumbing to his physical touch is enough to drive him wild with unrestrained lust.

Well, I have no qualms with that.

My hands are still bound by one of his. He lets them go.

“Take everything off,” he snarls, his voice deep and controlling.

I don’t need him to tell me a second time. My hands pull up my blouse, revealing my bra.

“Everything,” Bishop confirms. I can’t help but moan at the rising bulge in his pants as he presses against my leg.

The man is insatiable.

“You want me naked?”

“I want you, princess.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to see every part of you,” he replies darkly. “You are back to where you belong, Chloe. With me.”

With my bra unclasped, I reach for my pants. Bishop helps me; his hands guiding mine to unzip and unbutton. He’s so eager for my flesh that it turns me on. In one movement, he rips down my jeans.

All I’m left wearing is my panties.

“I’m such an idiot for pushing you away for so long,” I mutter.