Page 76 of Isolation

Milo leans in closer and starts with small kisses, gently teasing me. My mouth slightly parts. He picks up the pace, his tongue grinding against my clit. Then he starts licking me with manic hunger, as if he can’t live without this.

“Milo,” I pant, throwing my head back. My hands move all over his bare shoulders.

I start to moan when he runs his tongue along my inner lips. My breathing accelerates and I pull at his hair. “I need you inside me right fucking now.”

Milo looks up at me in shock. It was the last thing he expected to hear. I don't care. It feels like sure death if I can’t touch him, if I can't be with him.

Milo crawls up my body, kissing his way through as I lie back. He unbuttons the top two buttons of my shirt, slides the fabric and my bra to the side to expose my breast.

He takes one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. He ensures not to use his teeth to clamp down. He remembers everything about me.

Moving on up, he hovers over my face as we stare at each other for a heart-pounding second. He snakes one hand into my hair, the other wrapping around my waist. He slams his lips onto mine, and we both moan at the same time.

It’s a bruising kiss. It’s rough. It’s heady. It’s all tongue, lips, teeth.

We are kissing each other as if our lives depend on it, our harsh breaths filling the room. I haven’t kissed him like this in years.

I circle my hands around his neck to pull him even closer. I moan against his lips when Milo runs his fingers through my swollen core. Teasing me. Rubbing me. I feel his length pressed against my pussy, grinding against me.

“You are shaking,” he whispers and slightly pulls back.

“What?” I frown, confused by the sudden shift. “What are you talking about?”

“Baby, you are shuddering right now.” he says quietly. His eyes move all over my face.

I don’t realize that he is correct until I look at the hand resting on his biceps. My fingers are shaking. Looking down, so is my whole body. I am sweating.

None of it are signs of lust or a result of being turned on.

“You are scared of me,” he observes quietly. Milo looks... sad. Incredibly sad. Fuck.

“I sometimes shake when I am excited,” I say quickly.

Milo gives out a laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You are a terrible liar.”

“It’s not intentional,” I try again.

“I know,” he whispers. “You are scared of me, Rave. We both know it. But if this is ever going to work, I need you to feel safe around me again.”

“Milo, I am not scared.”

“You are because I can physically overcome you. But you also scare the shit out of me. The physical control I can exercise is momentary, but the emotional control you exercise over me is not temporary. You can crush me with a wave of your hand, but I don’t think you understand that quite yet. Until you do,” he studies my face, then whispers, “let’s try something different.”

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Milo

“Let’s try something different.”

Raven is patiently waiting to see what I am referring to.

“I want you so fucking much, but I first want to show you that can trust me again,” I murmur against her lips.

She is staring at me with wide-eyes. She gives me a nod, but her eyes are asking the same question we are both worried about,how.

I move back from the bed in an effort to show her what I mean.I sit on the floor, and lean against the wooden desk table. Undoing my jeans, I lift my hips up to pull them off.

Quietly, I watch Raven give my body a once over. The years without Raven left me… frustrated. I completely lost interest in sex. Correction. I was very interested in sex but with only one specific person.