Page 97 of Isolation

“Oh my God,” Raven wakes up midway through her orgasm. She is still coming, arching off the mattress. I increase the friction, to lengthen her climax. “Fuck,” she sobs and her hands fist the comforter.

I crawl up her body and rub my dick against her pussy. Raven is breathing hard, having barely come down from her orgasm.

“I need you, baby,” I moan into her mouth.

Slowly, I sheath myself inside her again, keeping her recently injured leg in mind.

“Holy shit,” I groan.

Raven is still drunk, and really fucking horny despite the spurts of sleep. She keeps squirming for more friction and wraps her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

I stare at her in disbelief and keep fucking her at a slow, savory speed, pushing her into a gradual climax. I follow her into that obscurity when I hear her set off.

I am done.

Unable to move.

Every single ounce of my energy is spent.

I finally realize that Raven hasn’t moved in a while. I lift my head to find her fast asleep, this time while I am still inside her. The thought makes me smile.

I drop my head in the hollow of her neck and inhale her scent, feeling so motherfucking content. I decide to stay inside her and try to fall asleep.

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Raven

I am trapped under a heavy mass, fighting tooth and nail. I jerk one of my hands free to throw a punch—

I wake up with my fist extended, punching the air around me. I am fucking drenched in night sweat.

I try to orient myself and grow aware of a warm arm wrapped around my waist. Slowly, I turn my head to see the source—

This can’t be happening again.

I immediately use my hands to push myself back, to get away from Milo’s sleeping body. My body feels fucking paralyzed, and this looks like my nightmare.

I drop my body onto the floor. In a futile attempt to wake myself up, I slap my face.

It takes minutes to finally realize that this is not a nightmare, it’s my reality. All of the details from our drunken night together comes flooding back.

This was supposed to stop. All four of us have a silent pact that we put our shit aside whenever Tessa deteriorates. So, why hasn’t this shit stopped?

Tessa’s dissemination cannot be mine as well.

I fucking helped him, thinking that we have to put this behind us due to the situation at hand.

Milo truly has no boundaries.

Last night, somewhere along the line even I went along with it which is so much more despicable than what he did.

I tiptoe out of his bedroom to head to mine. The first thing I do is wipe down all the sweat and take a shower.

After that, I sleep for most of the day, nursing the hangover.

By the afternoon, my hangover subsides and my new phone alerts me of messages.

Brandon: Yo, Rave. Come to the split-level.