Raid - By Kristen Ashley Page 0,93
but Raiden brought me back with an arm around my waist so I was pressed to his front. His other hand slid between my legs. Sensitive, my body melted into his, my hands settled on his shoulders, my eyes slid half-shut and my lips parted.
“Fuck me,” he murmured, his beautiful eyes moving over my face. “Just wanted a quick reminder of that sweet pussy, and one look at your face, now I gotta finger fuck it to make you come again.”
He most certainly did.
I started breathing heavily and my fingers clutched his shoulders.
“Face in my neck, hold on and let me give it to you, baby,” he ordered. “And this time, I’m gonna make you mark me.”
His words made my hips twitch. I held on, pressed close and let him give it to me.
In the end, I wasn’t feeling as energetic as I thought, so Raid ended up out of bed to get a washcloth to clean the remnants of him away me.
Then I fell asleep moments after I felt Raiden’s arm move, my eyes drifting open and closed, watching his fingertips move over the skin of his neck then the skin of my lips.
And the last thing I heard before I floated off was his muttered, “Love my wild one.”
* * * * *
The bed moved violently. My eyes flew open, then my body rolled over Raiden’s and I was flying through the air.
I landed on my back on the floor beside the bed with a pained cry as the jolt of landing raced along my spine, radiated over my scalp and along the small of my back.
I blinked, trying to understand what was happening, at the same time concentrating on the thankfully receding pain, when suddenly Raid was kneeling beside me.
“Jesus, fuck, Hanna, fuck. Fuck,” he ended on a snarl as I pushed up to my elbows.
“I’m okay.”
“Move your legs for me,” he ordered.
I pushed up fully and bent my legs, repeating, “Honey, I’m okay.”
A moment of silence slid by before I was cradled in his arms. He picked me up, turned, sat on the side of the bed and held me close, my behind in his lap, his face in my neck.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered there.
“A dream?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, but it was then I noticed his big, strong body was shaking.
I closed my eyes, pressed close and wound my arms around him. “I’m okay. It’s okay. Okay?” I asked stupidly.
“Coulda hurt you,” he said.
“You didn’t.”
“I could have.”
I held tight and stated firmly. “You didn’t.”
“Fuck,” he clipped and his arms went tight around me too.
He went silent and I just held on for a while, then I moved my hand and sifted my fingers through his thick, silky hair before curling it around the back of his neck.
His body stopped shaking, but he didn’t let me go, so I returned the favor.
Then he lifted his head and I tipped mine back to look at him.
“Goin’ to the guest room, honey. I’ll sleep there until I get a lock on these dreams,” he declared.
At his words, I automatically put a lock on him, one arm going tight, the other one sliding into his hair and fisting.
“Sorry?” I asked.
“We fuck, we kiss, I’ll leave you safe in here, sleep in the other room ‘til I’m good, know I got them under control, then I’ll come back,” he replied.
My back shot straight and my lips, rough and commanding, stated, “No. You. Will. Not.”
I felt his body jolt around me.
“Hanna—”
“They do not get to take you away from me,” I snapped, and at that I felt his frame string tight.
I didn’t care.
I moved my hands to either side of his head and brought my face close.
“They tore huge chunks of you away and they can have those. I can’t get those back, but they are not taking the you that’s mine away from me.”
“Babe—”
“No,” I bit off. “I waited for you for almost a lifetime. I’m not going to get you and have any of the good parts torn away, like you sleeping somewhere else. I like sleeping with you. I feel safe with you beside me. I wake up happy. They don’t get to take that from me, and further, they don’t get it from you.”
He gave me a light shake. “Babe, tonight, no clue what I was doin’, I threw you across the room.”
“Throw me out the window, I don’t care. Just don’t make me sleep without you.”
His arms convulsed and his voice was hoarse when Raiden began,