Page 104 of Beyond the Cage

Without a word, she pulls me to her, pressing her lips to mine.

“I love it!” she chants between kisses.

Breaking away, she gives me a mischievous smile. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” I don’t even try to hide the annoyance in my voice.

“You’ll see.”

She heads to the bathroom, and I stare at my patch on her back. My chest swells with pride. She’s mine. Finally. Totally.Mine.

Sitting on the bed, I anxiously await her return.What the hell is she doing in there?Fuck. I grab my dick, adjusting it in my boxers.

“Don’t worry,” I give him a little pep talk. “The drought is over.”

The bathroom door opens and my throat locks up. I can’t talk, can’t even breathe. There she stands in the doorway, shyly staring at her feet. She let her hair down, and all she’s wearing are panties, her cut, and the jewelry I gave her. Fuck. Me. My cut, my earrings, my necklace. My woman. As she peeks up through her lashes, I know, without a doubt, this woman is going to destroy me. And I’ll love every fucking second of it.

***Raven***

He hasn’t moved. He’s just sitting there staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I hope he likes it. Or did he want to undress me? Fuck. I hope I didn’t ruin everything. Tentatively, I make my way back to him. It’s not until I’m standing before him that he finally makes a move. Reaching up, he trails a finger between my breasts, down my stomach, and to the waistband of my panties. My body shivers, and the asthma attack he induces begins. Slowly, he pushes the sides of my new cut aside, revealing my breasts. My nipples harden under his hungry stare.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters.

As he moves behind me, a tingle runs down my spine. I lean in to him, laying my head on his chest when he moves my hair to the side. He buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply.

“What does this cut mean, Raven?”

“I’m yours,” I whisper.

“Mine.”

While cupping both breasts, he begins to suck at the base of my neck. I reach up and grab his hair, needing something to hold on to.

“That means…these…are mine,” he continues.

One hand massages my breast as the other slides down my stomach, and into my panties.

“This,” he growls as he finds my clit. “Ismine.”

“Yes…yours,” I groan. Leaning in closer, I grind on his erection as he circles my clit. “Gage, please…”

He pinches my nipple, rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles. I moan, desperately needing him inside me. I need to finally feel what it’s like to have him completely.

“You’re going to come on my fingers first. Then, you’re going to come on my tongue.”

“Oh, God…”

“Then, after I make you beg for my dick, I’m going to slide it inside this tight pussy of yours, and make you come all over it.”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes!” I scream as my body convulses. My knees buckle, and he slides his free hand around my stomach, holding me up. He doesn’t let up, tormenting my clit even after I’ve stopped shaking.

“Gage…”

Turning me around, he gently pushes me on the bed, and stares at me. His gaze burns a trail down my body. He hooks his fingers into my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. Now, I’m left in my birthday gifts. I still can’t believe it. I’m officially his woman…his old lady. And he claimed me before we even made love. I’m his, and goddammit, he’s mine.

As he leans forward, I wrap my arms around his neck. His kiss is wrought with desire and possession. He claimed me with his patch, now he’s going to claim me with his body. I can’t fucking wait. Reaching down, I grip his dick through his boxers. He groans, pressing it into my hand, urging me on.

“Fuck, babe,” he mumbles against my lips.