Luck of the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 2)

“Tie me up.” He rushes past me and falls unceremoniously to the bed, holding his arms up to the slats.

“And do what?” My smile never fades. “Just jump on top of you and slam down on your cock?”

The member in question jolts behind the fabric of his sweats like it’s answering my question for him.

“Tie me up,” he repeats.

“No.” I cross my arms over my chest in defiance, but when he refuses to look me in the eye, the threat of tears burns in my nose. “This is a bad idea.”

He grabs me before I can climb off the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“If you’re going to pull that no touching/no eye contact mess, then I don’t even want to do this.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Pain is laced in his tone, and I know I’m being selfish, but this is a big damn deal. We’ll have tons of sex in our lives together where he’ll be allowed the upper hand, but this first time needs to be centered on me, and I refuse to feel bad about that.

“You hurt me when you don’t look at me, when you refuse to touch me. Do you really think there’s anything special about using you as a fuck toy?”

A growl rolls from his throat. “I couldn’t live with myself if I do something that causes you pain.”

“You’re going to hurt me.” His brow draws in. “It’s going to hurt. There’s no way around that, but the pinch of pain I’ll feel will be nothing compared to the ache in my chest if you insist on being tied down.”

His grip doesn’t loosen on my arm even though I’m making no attempt to get away from him.

“When I fuck you—”

My hand covers his mouth. “You aren’t going to fuck me.”

The crease in his brow deepens.

“You’ll make love to me, and that little demon you think you have in you will just have to wait until next time to get his fingers around my throat.”

“Hurting you is the last thing I want to do, but hearing you mention my hands around your throat while inside of you makes me harder than I’ve ever been.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I tease, my teeth digging into the upper curve of my mouth.

There’s nothing romantic or sweet about the way he forces me to my back and rips my clothes off. Good thing I wasn’t wearing much to begin with.

“Get naked,” I urge, my hands trying to shove down his sweats with little success.

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m cold.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His eyes find mine, greedy hands stilling on my hips.

“I told you I was nervous.”

“And you once claimed a little pain made you wet.” He punctuates his declaration with a sharp stinging bite to my left breast.

My moan is my confession, and the knowing look in his eyes becomes a challenge.

“I want you to go slow.”

His tongue dips into my belly button, and I hate the scratch of his t-shirt on my legs. We’re supposed to be skin to skin, and he hasn’t made a single move to get naked.

“No, you don’t.”

His breath heats my damp flesh with flawless precision. He doesn’t treat me like a man who has been abstinent for the last decade. His skilled mouth and hands are more than I ever could’ve imagined. He touches me like he’s been doing it every day of his life.

“Get naked,” I insist again.

His laugh turns into a sultry moan when he gets the first taste of me. My body craves him incessantly, but knowing that today is the day, I’m hypersensitive to his touch.

Parting me with his tongue, that adept muscle brushes over my clit and electricity gathers like a lightning storm in my belly.

“This is enough for me.” The shakiness in his tone betrays the lie.

“Not enough for me.” I don’t push him away or try to close my legs because I’m not dumb. If the man wants to spend all day with his head between my legs, I’ll let him. I won’t let it keep him from sealing the deal eventually.

“I need you to come,” he urges, tongue working my clit, fingers tracing my entrance.

“I need—”

My words stall when he does something he’s never done before. The tip of one finger dips inside of me, and the invasion is too much for words. It doesn’t hurt, and it’s not foreign like I thought it would be. My body is shaking, clasping at him and begging for more.

He’s plunged his tongue there more times than I can count, but this is different. This is too much and somehow not enough. It makes no sense, yet my body knows it’s exactly what I’ve been missing.

“So sweet.” He sucks on me harder, pushes his finger deeper. “So fucking tight. There’s no way I won’t hurt you. My cock is too big for this tiny pussy.”