Page 23 of Don’t Hate Me (Secrets of Ravens Hollow #2)

I nod, not taking my eyes off him for a second.

Something passes between us, an intimacy that doesn’t make any sense when I know this is just a scratch that needs to be itched.

But it’s there, this feeling like I have known him my entire life or like he’s somehow a part of me I have been missing.

“Yes. Fuck me already,” I snap, trying to shake the feeling away and get back to the dirty depraved fun we have been having so far.

With an evil smirk, he takes his cock, lining himself up with my waiting pussy. Then in one move, he thrusts deep inside of me, filling me all the way up. “Fuck, Sloane,” he growls. His eyes come back to mine as he stretches me for the first time.

“Yeah, fuck,” I agree. This is what’s been missing between us. We need to screw it all away— the hate, the past, all the demons. He thrusts deeper, and then there is only him and the way his body is making me feel. His massive cock filling me in the most delicious way possible.

His lips move to mine, battling with me like the two of us are fighting with our tongues.

He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip then pulls back, looking at my lip as blood rises to the surface.

Then he dips his head and sucks the blood right from my lip.

I moan into his mouth, the sensations of pain and pleasure all at the same time.

He groans, and it’s like his cock gets bigger inside of me, stretching me more with every deep thrust. Not satisfied, he lifts my ass with his powerful hands so he can plunge deeper inside of me.

Over and over, he fucks me relentlessly.

Until my body begins to quiver as my orgasm builds. He can read me like a book, and right as I’m about to tip over the edge, he slows again. I throw him a what-the-fuck look. “Orlando,” I growl in warning. He knows how badly I need this after he denied me earlier.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips at my desperation. “Not yet, treasure, I need to fuck you a little more.” He smirks as he pulls all the way out of me. “Is your ankle okay if we turn this around?”

“As long as you take all the weight,” I mutter, not giving two shits about my ankle right now. I need him to finish me off.

With a flick of his wrist, he shuts off the shower and helps me back down to standing.

His hands gliding over my slippery skin as we move over to the vanity so I’m bent over the marble top, my ass facing him.

His hands palm my ass cheeks, stroking over my skin.

He’s in no rush. It’s like he needs to touch every damn part of my body before he will be satisfied and finally let me cum.

He dips his head, and he licks right through my folds, causing a fresh wave of goosebumps to scatter over my skin.

“Oh, dear God,” I murmur, my whole body alight and trembling.

He lifts his head and meets my gaze in the mirror as his hands wrap around the front of me, cupping my tits as he pushes back inside of me, his cock even deeper like this. “You taste so fucking sweet, I’m already addicted to your cunt.”

Unable to help it, I cry out with every thrust sending a thrill through my entire body, every damn time.

I watch him, my eyes locked on his in the mirror.

Being able to see our reflection feels even more erotic than the sensation of us fucking.

We look like we’re made for each other, his large body controlling my small one. It’s so fucking hot.

His lips twist into a full-blown grin as one of his hands skates down over my stomach slowly.

He finds my clit, circling and rubbing my juices over my sensitive spot, toying with me as he moves leisurely in and out of my pussy with his cock.

I’m in sensory overload, my body quivering with every touch.

He pulls me right back onto him, so our bodies are touching skin on skin. His lips find my earlobe, and he sucks it into his mouth. Then he sinks his teeth into my flesh. “Now, treasure. Cum all over my cock like I know you want to,” he demands.

Thank fuck! I shudder as my pussy clenches around him, and suddenly I’m screaming his name as wave after wave of euphoria washes over me.

He doesn’t stop. Fucking me harder now, he gives me everything he has. I grip onto the counter in front of me, trying to hang on. I cry out into the otherwise quiet room, calling his name over and over again.

With one last thrust I feel him jerk forward and fill me with his release. One of his hands comes to my tit and the other my stomach as he holds me impossibly close to his body.

I pant like crazy as I stare into the mirror in front of me at the gorgeous, confusing man who just stole a part of me, trying to get my racing heart under control.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Sloane.

You have just started something neither of us will be able to stop,” he tells me with a wicked-as-fuck gleam in his eyes.

And man, I hope so. I want more of that.

It makes the idea of being trapped on an island seem way more appealing.

He pulls out of me and scoops me up in his arms, staring down at me like I’m his whole world, and I know I’m looking back at him with the same stupid expression on my face, because right now, I feel it.