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He slides me off the counter and spins my body, pressing down between my shoulder blades to bend me over. The cold marble feels wet against my bare breasts, and I can only assume—with a rush of embarrassment—it's a result of the mess I’ve made.
Raven’s wild reflection appears behind me, and his bruised and cut-up face is coated in streaks of brickish red. He undoes his pants, and there’s a chaotic rush of pleasure currently coursing through my veins. My limbs feel like they’re levitating.
Wolfish, hooded eyes meet mine in the mirror and holy fuck. I’m done for.
Raven grips my hips and presses the fat head of his cock at my bloodied entrance. Licking his lips, he holds me—no, chokes me, with his stare in the mirror’s reflection and starts to slowly push inside.
A curl tugs his upper lip. “You taste like the sweetest kind of torture.”
As my whimper tumbles out, he sinks in, filling me all the way, and my eyes roll back in my head. We’re both making animalistic noises, and my wolf fucks me deep and slow from behind. Holding my hips at the perfect angle so that his cock hits every delicious spot, reducing me to nothing more than squirming, arching cries beneath him.
I want this. Every day. I don’t want him to stop. He hunches over me, with one hand braced against the mirror and the other pins me in place by the swell of my hip; thrusting in the most carnal, yet sensuous way.
“Watch yourself.” As if he detects that I’ve drifted off on wings of pleasure, he yanks my hair to tilt my chin. Our eyes lock as the glass fogs with each of my panting breaths.
“Raven…oh, god.” I suck in a ragged inhale.
“See the way you love taking my cock. How much you fucking love this.”
A sob falls from my parted lips. He picks up his pace, growing more forceful, eyes darkening as he demands every ounce of my attention.
It’s utterly hypnotic and filthy, and my back bows on instinct, letting him angle further inside me. I’m struggling to focus on his devilishly handsome features, but at the same time wanting to be such a good girl for him.
“Ffffuck. Yes. Milk my cock.” Pure, gritty sex coats his voice.
I’m drowned by the unfiltered desire evident in his words.
“Feel the way your cunt wraps around me. Every time I move you’re trying to squeeze and hold me in tight.” He digs ruthlessly into my hip, and everything around us in the bathroom starts to fade as my blood throbs with need.
“Keep those eyes open and fucking watch.” I hear his voice grow rougher as I do exactly what he says.
This time, my climax winds its way around my throat and pours through me like a steady waterfall. I’m crying out and clenching around him as his cock pumps into me. He falls into his own release before I’ve finished coming on shuddering waves. The sticky wetness of my blood and his cum combine to make a hot, slick mess at the spot joining us.
I lie beneath him, nothing more than a limp noodle. Vaguely, I’m aware that he pulls out and murmurs something about staying still. Little does he know I couldn’t move, even if I wanted to. I don’t think my brain functions anymore, either.
Did I just plummet to my demise and allow myself to fall for this man?
After a few moments, he scoops me off the marble and tosses the t-shirt bunched around my neck into a heap somewhere before leading me over to the bath. Apparently, while I’ve been lost in the depths of my besotted-with-Raven-trance, he’s started filling the tub with bubbles and steaming water.
My eyes are glazed with the high of my orgasms, but I can still manage a moment to devour the gloriously naked sight of him. While I’m busy ogling his inked body, Raven lowers himself while it’s still filling before gesturing me to follow.
“Come here.”
That low, commanding tone should be illegal.
“Straddle me. Fuck yourself down on it like I know you want to.”
Jesus. He’s still not done.
My lust-addled brain looks down and sees that he’s still erect. And his cock is covered in the coppery red evidence of being inside me. The man just pumped me full of cum, and yet he’s already hard again.
“You’re actually going to kill me,” I mutter. But follow him obediently and sink down over his length. As the warm water coats my skin and surrounds me in a cocoon of bliss, I melt further. My head finds its way to nuzzle against his chest.
“A good way to go.” His deep rumble presses against my ear.
Oh, fuck no. Now is not the time for this man to discover how to make jokes. I’ve already succumbed to his devious clutches. If he develops a sense of humor, I might never claw my way out of this abyss.
But then he’s straight back to being the perfect mix of wicked and depraved.
