Page 22 of Raziel

She was riding me with nothing but anger in her throat and pain behind her eyes.

Our clothes kept it from being real.

Every time I reached for her—her waist, her thighs, her hips—she knocked my hands away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she repeated.

But she didn’t stop moving.

I let her.

Let her take what she needed.

She came like she was trying to forget something.

Head pressed to my shoulder. One hand fisted in my shirt.

She didn’t make a sound.

Not one.

But her body went tense… then melted.

When it was over, she pushed off me and stood. Pulled her shirt down. Fixed her pants.

“Go home,” she muttered.

“No.”

I pulled her back down beside me.

She didn’t fight. Just sat there, looking straight ahead.

I reached for the bag of food on the coffee table, took out the burger, unwrapped it, took a bite, then held it up to her mouth.

She stared at it.

“Eat the food, Maya.”

She took a bite.

We sat there chewing in silence.

I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me lately.

But whatever it was…

It had everything to do with her.

I took another bite of the burger. Held it up to her lips again.

She opened her mouth. Bit down. Chewed for a while, then turned and smiled at me, batting those pretty eyes.

“I’m not mad at you no more, Ra. You bought me food,” she cooed.

My spine melted, and I knew I was fucked.

Chapter Seven- Maya