Raid - By Kristen Ashley Page 0,83

his fingers still toying between my legs.

I could do that for him.

I could do anything for him.

“Yes, honey,” I whispered.

I stayed still. Raid lay under me, his eyes moving on my face, his hand moving between my legs. His other hand glided over my body and he played with me.

And played with me.

And kept doing it until my thighs were trembling and I whimpered.

“Now you’re ready to eat,” he growled and he disappeared, sliding down the bed, and before I knew it his fingers curled around my hips and he pulled me down to his face.

My head shot back and I moaned.

He pulled me deeper.

“Honey,” I gasped.

I was close.

He sucked hard on my clit.

I couldn’t help it. I shot up to sitting on his face. His hands pulled me down deeper, and I rocked myself against his mouth, chanting, “Ohmigod, ohmigod.”

I was even closer, sliding along the edge when his mouth was gone.

“No,” I breathed.

I felt his chest at my back, his arms moving around me with his mouth at my ear. “Do not come without me.”

“Raid.”

His hand dove between my legs and my hips bucked.

“Raid!”

“Hold on for me, honey.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered.

His fingers slid back and plunged up.

My head fell back to his shoulder.

His other hand moved under the tee, up, and his fingers closed around my nipple, tugging. My whole body jolted.

“Raiden, I can’t hold on.”

“Hold on.”

My hips rode his fingers desperately. “I can’t.”

“Fuck, you’re wet, so goddamned hot,” he growled. “Fuck yourself, baby.”

I already was, but I slid my hand down his forearm, wrapping it around his between my legs and did it harder.

“Beautiful,” he rumbled. “That’s it. Harder, Hanna.”

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

“You’re gonna wait for me. Ride those wild, honey.” I kept at his fingers. His thumb came out and pressed against my clit, I cried out but kept going. “My girl. So fuckin’ wild. Give that wild to me.”

“Please, honey. I can’t hold on any longer,” I begged.

“Then get my tee off and position for me. Your choice, baby, show me how you wanna take me.”

I instantly pulled his tee off and threw it to the side. I got on my back, opened my legs and he was there, slamming into me.

I rounded him completely with my limbs, lifted up my hips, glided my nails up his back and pleaded, “Harder, Raid.”

“Fuck. Wild. Wet. Mine,” he groaned, his face in my neck.

I felt his teeth scoring gently up a tendon there. I liked that so much that my nails dug in deep, my legs convulsed and my head pressed back. I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder where it met my neck and I came apart at the seams.

Raiden was right there with me.

I came down to feel Raid’s lips gliding soft against the flesh his teeth had sunk into, something he did often, branding me, and after, finding a way to soothe my skin with a tenderness that was unreal in its beauty.

I loved it.

I wrapped my arms around him and tightened my legs, and his lips moved up to the skin beneath my ear.

“Pretty sure you broke skin again, wild one,” he muttered with deep, throaty approval.

“I can confirm she did,” a woman’s voice came from the room.

I tensed, blinked, prepared to have a heart attack, but Raiden moved.

He pulled out and rolled off at the same time he yanked the afghan over me and barked, “What the fuck?”

I clutched the afghan to my chest, pushed up, stared at the busty, blonde skank I saw Raiden making out with months before, and my lungs seized.

“Didn’t know whether to clap or join you,” she remarked.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I started chanting for a very, very different reason this time.

“Please fuckin’ tell me you did not walk in my place and watch me fuck my woman,” Raid snarled in a way that anyone in their right minds would say they did not.

She seemed immune. She hitched a hip, planted her hand on it and shared, “I caught, ‘Harder Raid. Fuck, wild, mine,’ but that was enough. Talk in town is right. You’re steppin’ out on me.”

What?

My mind refused to process that. Actually, it refused to process anything. The only thing it could think of was getting the heck out of there.

Immediately.

I sprang from the bed, holding the afghan around me, and raced to my clothes on the floor.

“Hanna, get back in bed,” I heard Raid order, but I had my panties and I was struggling to keep the afghan in place