Page 18 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)

I wake up surrounded by warmth and the delicious smell of coffee.

I’m too afraid to open my eyes yet in fear of shattering this cozy moment.

The sun drifts through the window, fanning my face with light and warming my skin even more.

My eyes eventually peel open against their will to look at my surroundings, and I’m momentarily disoriented because this is not my room.

I rack my brain as to how I got here, and the events of last night play back in my mind.

My heart continues to break for Alyssa and the friendship that we had blossomed.

When I remember our bath last night, I can’t help but to rub my thighs together to alleviate a budding ache.

A flush creeps up my chest with the memory of how hard Kole made me come.

He knew exactly how to drive me crazy, and he didn’t even need a road map either.

My other boyfriends couldn’t even find my clit, much less my G-spot.

The thought makes a laugh burst out of me and strong arms wrap around me from behind, tugging me deeper into a hard chest.

“What’s so funny this early in the morning?” Kole’s voice is scratchy with sleep, and it’s possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, leaving a kiss against my shoulder.

“Nothing important.” The blush rises higher up my body with the lie that I just told. His hand splays over my lower abdomen, rubbing soft circles into my skin

“I want to know everything that goes on in that pretty head that I’m so obsessed with.” His nose skims my neck, breath fanning over my skin as he speaks. “Let me in, Sloane.” Kole places soft kisses along my neck that has goosebumps sizzling to the surface.

“I can’t think when you’re doing that!” My voice comes out squeaky and high-pitched while I try to roll away, but his arms hold me firmly in my spot.

His hand on my abdomen is trailing dangerously close to exactly where I need him.

Kole’s fingers brush against my pussy lips in a teasing way before his middle finger dips inside to circle my clit.

If I wasn’t already wet for him, then I most certainly am now.

I push my ass back into him, his hard cock grinding into my ass cheek, eliciting a groan from him.

He removes his hand from me and my lower lip juts out.

“Hey, you can’t ju—” My words are cut off as he lifts my leg up and over his hip bone, spreading me open for him.

I look down, and my arousal has already spilled onto my inner thighs.

His fingers come back down to rub between my pussy lips again, finding my throbbing clit immediately.

“You were saying?” His words are full of mockery while he circles my clit and grazes his teeth down the side of my neck.

Kole circles my opening before plunging in with two fingers, catching me completely off guard.

A moan leaves my shocked mouth, and his fingers search out my g-spot, finding it immediately.

My hips rock back and forth with the rhythm of his fingers; the pressure he’s applying makes me go crazy.

“Do you want to come, Sloane?” His words reach deaf ears as I’m too immersed in the pleasure he’s doling out for me.

He repeats the question, and all I can do is say yes in a needy voice that would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so turned on.

“The only way you’re going to come again is around my cock as I officially claim you, my Sweet Obsession.

” He gives a few more thrusts of his fingers before withdrawing from my pussy entirely.

“So what’s it going to be, Sloane?” I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I think about the consequences for a whole thirty seconds before I give him a breathy yes. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, Kole!” I say with determination in my words.

“Say please…” The tone in his voice makes me even wetter than I already was. His fingers reach down again to circle my clit, driving me wild.

“Please fuck me Kole. Show me just how obsessed you really are with me.” In a flash he has me flipped onto my stomach and is pulling me up onto my knees.

I look back at him over my shoulder, and his gaze narrows in on my dripping pussy.

He runs his fingers through my arousal before dragging them up to my ass, making me flinch away.

“Has anyone ever taken you here?” His finger swirls around my back hole, applying light pressure.

“No, and I don’t really want to start now.” My voice has a nervous edge to it, and some part deep inside me wonders if he will respect my wishes.

“What a pity.” His hand slaps my ass cheek, making me yelp, and then he soothes the pain away.

He dips down out of my sight, and I feel his warm tongue against my pussy.

The suddenness of the action makes me jump, but I soon relax into the feeling of him lapping at me.

He nips and sucks along my lips before pulling my clit between his teeth.

The painful and pleasurable sensation makes my thighs shake, then he pulls off with an audible pop.

With a sudden rush of bravery, I decide to ask, “How do I taste?” I’m not sure why I felt the need to ask, but a fragile part of me hopes that it’s good.

Kole’s hands run up the back of my thighs while he drags me to the very edge of the bed.

My feet dangle off the edge, and his rough hands push me down between my shoulder blades, my head resting on the soft comforter beneath me.

He gathers my wrists in his hands at the middle of my back, and I feel his cock bobbing between my spread thighs.

“You taste like you’re mine.” He says in a possessive growl before punctuating his words with a rough thrust, sending his cock deep into my pussy.

If I wasn’t so wet, then I know his actions would have hurt.

His dick stretches me more than any other one I’ve had.

Not that I've had a lot, but the last three did not touch this many places inside of me. He thrusts a few times, the tip of his cock drags against my G-spot, making me whimper. “You feel like you’re mine too.” He says in a feral voice, he switches my wrists to hold me with just one hand while the other one delves between my thighs, searching out my clit.

Once he makes contact, my body jolts from all of the different sensations.

“Kole, please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but I know I want to come.

I push back into his thrusts, his cock bouncing off my cervix, making me whimper in pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, p-please!” I know my words make no sense, but I don’t even care.

He continues to assault my pussy at a fast and hard pace; the headboard bounces off the wall with a bang at every thrust.

“Please what, Sloane? Tell me what you need.” His voice reaches me through my lust-filled brain as he shifts his hips to pound against my G-spot with every thrust. My toes curl with the sensation, and I’m literally panting with need.

He keeps me on the edge of insanity, backing off when he feels I’m about to leap over that edge.

He uses his hold on my wrists to pull me up back against his chest, one arm wrapping around my upper chest to keep me in place while the other one dives between my thighs.

My hands clutch at his forearm for support as I balance on my knees in front of him.

His cock hits every delicious spot inside me and his fingers rub tight circles around my clit, ramping up my pleasure even more.

Tears spring from my eyes and trail down my cheeks with the overload of stimulations, and his tongue laps them away.

“That’s right, baby, cry for me. Let me break you so that I can put you back together again.

” His arm around me disappears so his hand can wrap around my neck in a tight grip.

My vision starts to blur around the edges from the pressure.

“Every tear you cry is mine, every breath you take is mine,” the pressure increases on my neck to an almost painful level, “And every orgasm you have is mine. ” His fingers leave my clit to pull back, and he slaps me roughly, which has a bomb going off inside me.

My body convulses against him; sobs leave me as I try to catch my breath.

He whispers praises in my ear as he fucks me through my orgasm, “You take my cock like such a good girl.” His voice is deep and on edge while he continues to pound into me.

I feel like I’m floating and more than happy to let him have his way with my body.

At some point I’m hauled off the bed and slammed onto my knees in front of Kole.

The pain doesn’t even register when he wraps his fingers in my hair to tug my head back; I think I’m officially dick drunk.

He positions his cock in front of my face, and I know exactly what he wants before he opens his mouth.

My lips part, my tongue pushing out just in time to catch the come that spurts from him.

The saltiness hits my taste buds, making drool drip down my chest. Some splashes against my cheek, and he gathers it up with his fingers and pushes it to the back of my throat, making me gag around him.

“You won’t ever get away from me now, Sloane.

” His words don’t fully register in my mind while he scoops up my limp body and carries me off to the bathroom.

After Kole washed me in a warm bubble bath, he wrapped me up in one of his t-shirts and pushed me into bed so he could run some errands.

His bed is like sleeping on a cloud, or that could just be me coming down from the best dicking I’ve ever had in my life.

Who knows, really? I haven’t moved from this bed for a few hours, just long enough to take a nap and watch the movie Fear and drool over Mark Wahlberg.

Once the ending credits start rolling, a knock comes on the bedroom door, and in strolls Kole looking like a wet dream in grey sweats and a black T-shirt.

“I brought you something to eat. Figured you might be hungry by now.” He chuckles and winks at me, directing me to sit up in bed before he places a bowl of beef stew in my hands.

The delightful smell makes my stomach rumble.

“I see I was correct.” His amusement is apparent as he smiles at me and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

I take a spoonful of the stew and shovel it into my mouth, not even caring that it just scorched my tongue.

“Holy shit, this is good.” I say around a mouthful of beef and vegetables. I plow through that bowl in no time at all, completely shocking Kole.

“Are you still hungry?” He asks with a raised brow as he takes the empty bowl from my hands.

“No, I’m okay.” He nods his head and gets up to leave, but I grab his hand to pull him back.

“Wait.” He turns his head towards me, his eyes lighting up with joy that I stopped him.

“I just wanted to say thank you for the past few days. You know, not just making me come, but taking care of me too. Not that making me come wasn’t appreciated, it’s ju?—”

“Sloane, stop. You’re welcome, on all accounts.

” He stops my rambling with a laugh as he shakes his head.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I nod in enthusiasm.

“You put one on, and I’ll go clean up the kitchen.

” Kole leans down and kisses my forehead before leaving me alone to choose our movie, which is a harder task than I thought.

I finally settle on one that I hope he will like, and when he walks back into the room, his approval shows on his face.

“Jurassic Park, a classic.” He says as he climbs onto the bed next to me.

I snuggle up to his side, inhaling his warm amber scent that I can't get enough of.

We’re halfway through the movie when I start to feel nauseous again, so I excuse myself to rush to the bathroom.

I barely make it to the toilet before I’m spewing up everything I had just eaten.

I hear Kole banging on the door and demanding for me to let him in, but my vision goes blurry, and I slump into the side of the toilet.

Another bout of sickness comes along with the worst stomach cramps I’ve ever had in my life.

Tears spring to my eyes as I whimper, and the bathroom door slams against the wall before Kole is kneeling next to me on the floor.

His hand goes to my forehead, his brows creased in worry.

“You’re burning up, Sloane, and your pulse is going crazy.

” The concern in his words makes me nervous, because he’s a nurse, so he must know what he’s talking about.

“It hurts.” I manage to moan out before I’m heaving into the toilet again. Kole manages to gather my hair up before I puke all over it, for which I am grateful.

“We need to get you to the hospital.” I look up at him with utter fear in my eyes. His face morphs into one of compassion while he scoops me up into his arms. “You’re going to be okay; I’ll make sure of it.” His words barely reach my ears before I’m passing out in his arms.