Page 46 of Ravage God

“Everything you do is my business!” I yelled. I could feel my heart rate picking up.

We both held still, not saying anything for a beat. Her hot breath fanned over my skin in the small space between us. I couldn’t see her that well, but I could feel her. Could feel her breathing, could feel her solid form pressed in close to me. Could smell that sweet, floral scent of hers that was fucking with my mind a little more with each second I spent in her presence.

She took in a deep inhale, pressing her chest a little closer to me. My skin felt both light and heavy at the same time, and I didn’t know what to make of my reactions.

Fucking hell, but why was I reacting so strongly to her?

“Elio?” she said softly.

I didn’t say anything back to her. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say.

She purposely moved in closer to me, and I didn’t move away. I stayed where I was, even as alarm bells went off in my head, and I knew I should move away. Touching her was such a dangerous thing.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine before I could even think.

I froze where I was as she tentatively molded her lips around mine. My thoughts seemed to be running a million miles an hour, and none of them were coherent enough for me to make sense of, save for one hard truth.

Isa was kissing me.

I didn’t fucking know what to do or how to react.

Not reacting could get men like me killed, sometimes in just one second.

She pulled back when I didn’t respond. I felt more than heard her stuttering breaths.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice catching at the end. I could hear the heartbreak in it, killing me a little. “I shouldn’t have done that. Let’s just forget I did that?—”

“Like hell,” I said before slamming my lips against hers. I could feel her deep inhale against me before she froze in my arms.

I pressed in closer to her, taking more of her into my mouth, running my tongue over the seams of her lips.

That seemed to get her out of her reverie, and she kissed me back, her movements hesitant and slow.

Fuck me.

Electricity burst from where we touched, and I deepened the kiss, teasing her lips open with a light, prodding touch of my tongue. I let out a deep groan when our tongues glided against each other, feeling all my control slipping, making me question whether or not I ever had it in the first place, as I banded my arms around her and pulled her in closer to me.

She wrapped her arms back around my neck, her chest pressing in tightly against mine, until I could feel her breasts pressed against me in the sweetest way possible, driving me crazy. I deepened the kiss, and she let out a whimper, the soundcausing a small vibration between us that had me throwing any sense of logic out the window.

I was no longer thinking, just moving on pure instinct.

And I still wasn’t fucking thinking when I moved one hand between our bodies and cupped her breast, playing with her.

Her breathing came out in broken gasps of air between our lips, and I kept kissing her as my fingers sought out her nipple through her shirt before grabbing the top cup of her bra and pulling it down. My thumb and forefinger latched onto her hardened nub, and I played with it as she arched toward me. All the while, we never broke away from the kiss.

Fuck me, but it was taking everything in me not to fuck her against the wall of the alley right there and then.

She was even fucking sweeter than I imagined her to be—in the rare times I hadallowedmyself to imagine anything about her.

She was fucking everything, and I needed more and more and more.

I moved my hand down, away from her breast, and to the hem of her shirt. I pulled away from the kiss and said, “Tell me to stop.”

I pressed a quick kiss against her lips once more, not wanting to stop. That was the last thing I wanted.

“Don’t stop,” she said, echoing my thoughts. “Fuck, Elio. Please don’t stop.”

The sound of my name on her lips nearly drove me over the edge. My hand pressed under her shirt, my fingers teasing over the waistband of the black leggings she wore. I felt her stomach cave inward from the movement just before I slid my hand beneath the fabric of her pants and panties. I could feel her soft, bare skin against my palm.