Page 118 of Ravage God

“Come for me, baby,” he said.

As if he held all my control buttons, I came, screaming out his name, and he soon followed after me. I wrapped myself tighter around him when I felt his cum dripping inside.

God.

I didn't know what happened next.

I might have blacked out; I wasn’t sure. One moment, I was lying on the floor in Elio’s foyer, and the next, he was placing my sore body on his bed.

I whimpered and reached for him.

“It’s okay. I’m just going to wet a cloth and clean you up.”

I didn’t want to be apart from him for even a second, not when I was feeling so vulnerable. I didn’t say that, though Elio must have sensed it because he returned to me quickly. He pushed my legs apart and cleaned me up. I was too tired to feel shy.

I lay there and let him, sucking in a sharp breath when I felt his finger move teasingly over my opening.

“I fucking love the sight of your sweet little cunt after it’s been abused so thoroughly by me and dripping with my cum.” His voice was rough, his eyes dark with desire.

I swallowed at his words. I didn’t think I would be able to go again, but fuck if I didn’t want to.

“Lie with me?” I asked.

He threw the cloth away and lay down with me, pulling me in close to him. I let out a small sigh, wishing there was a way for me to burrow further into his skin and never leave.

“Elio?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

He didn’t answer me right away. Then, “Why do you ask?”

I shrugged. “You just seem a little more… passionate tonight.”

He grinned, reaching his hand down and playing with my sore ass. “You like my brand of passion.”

I didn’t deny it because I did. But something was obviously going on with him.

He let out a small sigh. “Just some shit going down with the Devil’s Wings MC. But it’s not something you need to worry about.” And I might have imagined it, but I felt his arms tighten around me marginally.

I kissed his chest. “You’ll be careful?”

His eyes met mine, something unreadable shifting in them.

“Always.”

I nodded. “Good. Because I can’t have anything happen to you again.”

Or ever.

I didn't know how I would live,survive, if something happened to him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” I said softly. “I l?—”

His phone rang, interrupting me. I turned toward the sound, not realizing he had brought it up with him.