Page 22 of Isolation

Islowly lift her with the hand around her waist and slide her back down on my dick again.Her right leg is still stretched out in front of us, elevated on a pillow.

All movements need to be careful.

After a few moments, I tilt my face to see her biting down on her bottom lip.

I almost smile. Stubborn little thing. She doesn’t want me to hear her moan.

Raven finally bucks, surprised by her own reaction.“Oh God,” shecries outin my arms.

Raven's body is clenching; her little pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. Her hands are fisting into my thighs.

“See baby, you react like this because physical exchanges are heightened when your body connects with someone your soul is connected to," I whisper in her ear. "Your soul craves me because it’s not a shallow bond. It’s the deepest bond you have experienced. That’s how I have always known that you are mine. Every part of your body subconsciously knows that you belong to one man: me.”

Her voice slightly croaks, but she doesn't make any legible sounds.

I can feel Raven’s thighs quaking. Her back is arching against me, her nails are clawing my thighs as if she can’t take it for a second longer.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise her ability to let go. “Don’t hold back now,” I nudge her further into it.

She screams, moaning incoherently. As soon as I hear the orgasm wrenched out of her, I yank at her hair to move her face. I devour her mouth and come.

We are both shaking.

My hands are trembling.

I kiss her hair and hang on to her tightly until I feel her heartbeat slow down. Once we both calm down, I reposition her to pull out.

“You are so beautiful,” I murmur as I move her to the pillow.

Ravenfixes her clothes whileIswap out her old compressor for a cold, new one. Her leg is looking better. She should be fine by tomorrow.

Raven doesn’t acknowledge my presence while I tend to her. When I am done, she stares blankly at the ceiling.

I drop my sweatpants and shirt on the floor before climbing on the bed. Wrapping an arm around her stomach, my head hits the same pillow as hers.

I am staring at her in awe, like the obsessed man that I am. I am drowning in her. She is so beautiful with her hair in disarray, her breasts jutting out, and her lips bruised from my kisses.

My numb arms are lying limp on top of her. She is still staring at that damn ceiling, while I am staring at her.

Minutes go by as I idly wait for a quiet Raven to speak. I mentally will her to feel the same fierce insanity I feel for her. To crave me, as I crave her. Like a drug. Like an addiction. Because that’s what she is to me.

She is an unbearable addiction. It's insufferable. My body isn’t my own and my mind isn’t my own until I have her.

I gave Raven half a pill to avoid causing dependency, but it’smydependency that's breaking her.

Yet, I am never going to let her go again. She is crucial to my existence.

My gaze stays horizontal, still obsessing over the only woman I have ever wanted.

Her gaze stays vertical, still hatingevery part of me.

She can hate me all she wants. That's alright.

I love her enough for both of us.

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Raven