Page 79 of Ravage God

A twinkle formed in her eyes, and I felt my heart reacting to it. Fuck me, but what was she doing to me?

“Promise?” she asked.

“Promise,” I vowed. If it were possible, I would make each and every day of her life an extraordinary one.

She leaned up and pressed a kiss on my jaw. My fist tightened marginally from the contact. When I felt she was about to move away, I kissed her, cupping the back of her neck with one hand and holding her close to me, deepening the kiss.

She moaned into my lips as she opened, letting me push my tongue inside, savoring the taste of her. I shifted us until she was lying on her back, and I hovered above her. I ran my hand up and down her body, taking in her every curve, from her shoulder down to one tit, palming it in my hand and squeezing until I felt her nipple harden beneath my touch.

She gasped when I plucked at the nub between my fingers through her shirt.

“Elio,” she mewled sweetly.

“Are you still sore from last time?” I asked, my voice gruff.

She bit her lip and shook her head. I didn’t need to see clearly to know she was blushing. Fuck, how adorable.

“No?” I asked, shifting my hand down to the hem of her shirt. I lifted it up until a sliver of her skin showed.

How tantalizing. My fingers found the waistband of the black leggings she wore.

Her stomach dipped as she sucked in a harsh breath, already knowing where I was going with this. I smiled at her, baring my teeth.

She squirmed, her legs rubbing against each other, obviously trying to relieve the ache I knew was forming in that sweet little pussy of hers.

My mouth watered.

I couldn’t wait to taste her again. I had been reliving her taste in my memories for days—andnights—after the first time.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I murmured against her throat, my voice hoarse with need. My fingers traced lazy circles just above her leggings, close enough to drive her wild, but not where I knew she wanted them most.

She tried to grind her hips up. I pushed my hand down on her mound, keeping her still. Her breath caught from the move, and I pressed my thumb over her clit.

“Fuck,” she whispered. I kept my thumb there for three long seconds, feeling her body shake against mine, then let go.

“You know what I want,” she whispered, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me back as if she couldn’t stand any space between us.

“Say it.” I nipped at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, earning another soft moan from her lips. “I want to hear you beg me.”

Her skin felt hot as her eyes held mine with surprising boldness. “I want your mouth on me. Please, Elio.”

How pretty my girl begged. And the way she said my name—breathless and desperate—nearly had me coming undone. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and dragged them down, along with her panties, savoring every inch of the smooth skin I revealed.

“Lift for me, sweet girl.”

She lifted her hips to help me, and I felt my cock strain against my jeans at her eagerness, along with the musky scent of her arousal teasing me.

She was wet.

“So fucking beautiful,” I said, trailing my lips down her throat. She shivered beneath me, her hands fisting the blanket.

When I finally had her bare from the waist down, I settled between her legs, pushing myself down until I was no more thana few inches away from what was possibly my most favorite place on earth. I pressed soft kisses to the inside of her thighs. Her legs rubbed against me.

“Please,” she whispered, the breathless quality of her voice driving me over the edge.

I looked up at her, meeting her eyes in the dim light. “Where do you want my mouth?” I asked.

She made a small sound, a cross between a whimper and a frustrated groan. “Elio.”