Page 43 of Rage


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She let him pull her closer, eliminating the distance between them even as her brain screamed every warning known to man.

He turned to face her and she averted her eyes, afraid to meet his gaze. Afraid of what she’d see there.

Afraid of what she would do.

He slid his hand into her hair and tipped her head back. “Look at me, Ruby.”

She swallowed and raised her gaze. His eyes glinted like polished steel and for a long moment, neither of them said anything, the room heavy with their unspoken words.

“This isthe point,” he said, his voice gruff.

Then his mouth was crashing into hers, all her careful warnings obliterated by the press of his lips.

She opened for him, their tongues tangling as his hands roamed her body, over her shoulders and down to her breasts. He squeezed, then let his hands travel over her waist as his tongue made feverish strokes in her mouth.

She pushed her hands through his hair, arching her back to get closer to him as she ran her hands across his shoulders and over the peaks of his chest. His tongue was a brand in her mouth, the heat of it dissolving any vestiges of caution.

Her body was a crevasse of need, a great yawning hole desperate to be filled by him.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap until she was straddling him. She’d forgotten how big his cock was, but it was impossible to forget now. It nestled against her sex, fanning her hunger for him.

A wave of wet heat rushed to her pussy and she moved her hips against him, completely unashamed to be dry-humping him like a teenager in the backseat of a car.

She’d spent three weeks meeting the most demanding needs of her body — safety, food, sleep. Those needs had given way to this one and she was past the point of deluding herself into thinking she wasn’t going to fulfill it.

Their kiss was hot and feverish, their hands urgent as they pulled at each other’s clothing like animals, Roman broke their kiss to lift the hem of her shirt, then yanked down her bra to suck at one of her nipples.

She gasped. “Fuck!”

The sensation of his hot mouth on her nipple was almost too much to bear. She clutched at his head and moved her hips over his cock, jutting inside his sweatpants, deliciously close to her pulsing center.

She fumbled for the hem of his T-shirt, desperate to feel his skin, and he pulled back long enough to let her tug it off his head.

Then there was the glorious slide of his warm flesh against hers as he returned to her mouth, her bare breasts pressed against his chest as he squeezed her ass, moving her against his cock until he growled, clearly frustrated.

He moved so quickly she didn’t register what had happened until she was lying on her back on the couch, his giant body spread out over hers, his rigid cock pressed between her thighs, their remaining clothing doing absolutely nothing to dampen the lust roaring through her body.

He stared down at her, his gaze fiery, sweeping her face like a lighthouse beacon, searching for answers she didn’t have.

He lowered his head to her neck, kissed his way to her ear, pulled her lobe between his teeth while he pushed his hard cock into the cleft between her thighs.

A shiver ran up her spine and she wrapped her legs around his thighs.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want me to fuck you, Ruby,” he murmured against her ear.

“It won’t change anything,” she said.

“I know.” He kissed his way along her jaw. “Tell me to stop.”

“No,” she said.

He growled and rose onto his knees, then pulled off her track pants, taking her expensive new underwear along with them.

He devoured her with his gaze, combing every inch of her like he’d done the first time they’d fucked.

“I’d say I forgot how beautiful you are but that would be a fucking lie, Ruby. I’ve thought about nothing but you. Nothing but this.”

She let her gaze travel over his sculpted chest, but it was too painful, too confusing, the inked image of the gladiator going to battle a stark reminder of the world that had brought them together.

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