I lean in, close enough to see her pretty freckles, my fingers curling around the hem of that goddamn hoodie.
“We’ve got a lot to catch up on, little witch. But first, I’ve got some serious making up to do.” I rip it with little effort and patience because my need for her is greater than anything.
The sound of tearing fabric fills the space, her pink lips part, chest rising rapidly as I let the ruined hoodie fall to the floor. Her tits are as perfect as I remember, and I can’t wait to sink my teeth into them.
“I knew you had a problem with that hoodie,” she laughs softly, and I want to make her laugh more.
Or scream my name.
Either one is good with me.
I smirk, but there’s no humour—just pure hunger for her.
“My problem was that it was hiding you. This perfect fucking body I haven’t touched in a month.” My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to look me in the eye. “Do you have any idea what it did to me? Not knowing if you were alive, if someone dared hurt you. I killed a lot of people to get back to you.”
I kill a lot of people anyway, but that’s unimportant.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.”
Silly, stubborn girl.
I grip her hair tighter, the last thread of restraint in me stretched so thin it's begging to snap. “Nothing could ever keep me from you. Not distance, not death… not even the devil himself.” Then I crush my mouth to hers.
She moans into the kiss, and I drink it in like a man starved. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming what’s mine, andsomething ignites in my chest—hot, raw, and violent in its need. I pull her closer, the kiss is messy, frantic and desperate.
It’s like I have been buried alive, and she’s the very air I’ve clawed my way back for.
Rain slides down her skin, tracing the scars I know too well—each one a story I want etched into memory, burned in my mind. I lean back, breath ragged, and start undoing my pants, eyes never leaving hers. No barriers, no hiding… no underwear cause commando is the only way to go. My cock throbs, hard and insistent, aching for her.
“You didn’t…” she breathes, eyes wide, dark with lust and disbelief as she looks at what I have done. I smirk, watching the way her lips part, the way her sweet scent spikes in the air around me.
“I did,” I replied, watching her reach for me. Her fingers trail along the metal, gliding over the piercings carefully, and it feels so fucking good.
Then she reaches the tattoo—her name inked just above the base of my cock. The very tattoo I got when I clamped eyes on her for the very first time.
It isn’t just another tattoo for me, it’s a fucking vow. That I belong to her in every way, and I always will until I die.
Ravena doesn’t even realise the hold she has over me. Maybe that’s what will make her truly lethal—because if she asked, I’d burn every realm to ashes and leave no one standing, just to give her what she wanted.
“You’re insane.”
I let out a laugh. “Fuck yes, I am, and trust me, these piercings will drive you insane too when they’re buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.” Her tongue then darts out, and she licks the tip.
This woman.
Before she can take me in her mouth and make me come in seconds like some desperate, inexperienced teenager, I grip her jaw to force her to stop.
I step out of my pants and rip the rest of my clothes off because I’m damn desperate for her. Now I stand bare in front of her for the first time.
Her eyes roam over me, slow and hungry. They trace every single tattoo carved into my skin. Twin ravens stretch their wings across my chest, beaks open in silent screams, a jagged crescent moon bleeding between them. It’s identical to the one on her back. Thorned vines coil from my wrists to my shoulders, covering the burns and scars from my past. And around my throat—a broken crown inked like a noose. The words scrawled within its sharp edges:Death does not take me; I take it first.
Both of my nipples are pierced, and the thought of her sinking her teeth into them while she rides me makes my blood sing.
She bites her bottom lip, and fuck, I want it between my teeth while I make her scream.
I drop to my knees, ignoring the rain lashing down on us, soaking everything, but I don’t care.
Her pink nipples brush against my chest, and my hand cups her soaked heat that’s unfortunately still covered while the other grips the back of her neck.
