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Little did he know, that neither did I.

I picked up the gun. Spun the barrel.

Noah’s eyes widened.

“If it fires, you leave me here. You can call Delane again,” I said teasingly.

Noah was sweating, the muscles of his shoulders visibly tensing beneath his t-shirt. The pill could have been a contributing factor to that. He let out that cute little nervous laugh, the same one he does right before he starts to panic.

“Silas, stop.” His eyes tracked me. “You’ve done enough.”

“If it doesn’t fire,” I pressed myself firmly into him, kissing down his jawline, savoring his shivers and jolts of pleasure. I knew he loved when I kissed that spot beneath his ear. It had to be his favorite.

“If it doesn’t fire,” I repeated. “You let me kiss, lick and spit in the one place I haven’t tasted yet.”

Noah lurched back, his jaw slack, his mouth hanging open at my comment. Fuck. His mouth was perfect. Soon, I’d fill that part of him also.

He searched my eyes for some sort of clarification, as though I would tell him I was kidding.

“Yes, little Raven,” I rumbled, thumb stroking his parted lips. “Exactly what you’re thinking is what I want to plunge my tongue into.”

He could have fooled me with that expression. As experienced as Noah was in the bedroom his face made it seem as though I were asking for the moon. Maybe I was. The thought crossed me that perhaps he hadn’t done this before, and that made me burn with desire. I eased my mouth to his ear.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty little hole with my tongue until you beg me to fill you with my cock. Until you’re dripping with precum and writhing.”

His whole face flushed. “Silas…”

Without even thinking, I raised the gun to my temple and pulled the trigger, once, twice—until a sharp scream arose from Noah’s chest and he knocked the gun from my grasp, colliding into me, into my mouth, into my arms where he knew he belonged.

I didn’t stop. I held his face prisoner with my hands, driving my tongue into his open mouth. He was already moaning, restless, hard—I could feel his cock pressing into my thigh from his jeans, solid, yearning for me.

Soon, soon. But first…

I shoved Noah back onto my desk, perfectly in view of the thirty stories beneath the open bay window. I knocked every piece of Godforsaken shit off the top, making way for his body. My trophy to claim.

“Lay back,” I growled against his mouth, biting his lips, wishing I could fucking consume him. He whimpered, unwilling to release his hold on me, his tongue still seeking mine, his arms interlocked around my neck in a death grip.

I slammed his body against the mahogany, roughly, watching him gasp for air. I ripped his pants away from his body, pulling them all the way off and throwing them to the side.

“Silas,” he pleaded, already shaking his head, back and forth. So flushed. So fucking ready and so embarassed. His hand reached up to cover his face.

“No,” I growled, yanking his arm away from his eyes. “I’m going to enjoy watching you unravel.”

I pulled his boxers down and off and admired my prize. Noah, bare to me, cock sprung at attention, back against my office desk and exposed to the city lights below. I hoped someone was watching us, seeing this fucking masterpiece.

You’re welcome.

I pulled his body forward right to the edge of the table and spread him wide. I was going to feast on him, and his precious little moans told me he knew.

I trailed my tongue down his abdomen. Across his scars. My scars. My Raven.

I locked eyes with him, sudden urge consuming me, and bent down to retrieve the gun. Slowly, ever so slowly, I trailed the barrel up Noah’s hips and down the middle of his thighs. He was visibly tense, eyes following the barrel’s path, his cock still hard. He didn’t move. His dark eyes still waited to light fire to the world with me. He wasn’t afraid that I’d hurt him; he’d given power over to me completely.

And I fucking loved it.

I brought the gun down to graze across the tip of his cock, down the shaft and to his balls. Then drug it between his parted ass cheeks.

He let out a cross between a moan of pleasure and a fearful gasp, and I nearly fucking lost it. My cock was desperately pressing through my pants at this point, and I could barely think straight from the need.