Page 103 of Joker

Not soft. Not tentative. It’s everything she’s been holding back crashing straight into everything I’ve been holding in check since the night I picked her up.

Relief. Anger. Want. Heat.

Her mouth is warm and urgent, her grip tightening like she’s afraid I might disappear if she doesn’t hold on hard enough. My hand comes up to the side of her neck, steadying her, not controlling, just grounding, giving her something to push into.

I don’t take more than she gives. Don’t push past the line she set. But I don’t hold back either.

Because she asked for this. Because she stepped into it. Because she chose.

The kiss deepens, rougher, hungrier, her breath breaking against mine as the tension finally snaps and everything between us ignites at once.

When we break apart, it’s not by much.

Her forehead rests against mine, her breathing still uneven, her fingers still twisted in my cut.

“Say it,” I tell her quietly.

Her eyes flicker. “Say what?”

“That this is what you want.”

Her grip tightens. “It is.”

I search her face one more time. Looking for hesitation. Doubt. Anything that says she’s not sure.

I don’t find it. “Then you lead,” I say.

She doesn’t hesitate. Her hand slides down, finds mine, and laces our fingers together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on,” she says softly.

That’s it. That’s all it takes.

She turns and starts walking, pulling me with her toward the side door, toward the hallway, toward the rooms downstairs where the rest of the world feels miles away.

Her room is there. Mine is right next to it.

She doesn’t pause. Doesn’t second guess. She leads me straight into my room. The door shuts behind us.

And whatever this is?

It’s not stopping now.

I take her mouth this time, pulling her to me so hard a part of me feels like my lips might bruise. I push her against the closed door her leg wrapping around my waist. I can feel her heat through our clothes.

My lips trail down her neck as my hand slips into her pants, “fuck baby you’re soaked.” She moans in response. “You want me here?”

She nods.

“I need to hear it Raven, I want the words.” I pull back and look into the golden depths of her eyes.

Her forehead rests against mine. “I want you Joker, I think I have since that first night.”

The weak hold I’ve had on my self-control snaps. I lift her up carrying her over to my bed before tossing her down. “Never letting you go babe.”

She sits up pulling her shirt over her head, then unclasping her bra. I descend on her, my mouth taking her nipple slowly dragging my teeth over it. Raven arches into me, her hands finding my hair.

“Joker…” she moans her nails digging into the skin at the back of my neck.