Page 213 of Everdoll

Instead of answering, he climbed onto the bed, leaned over me, and kissed me softer than before. His stiff uniform, the silver insignias, and that heavy tactical belt grazed my skin, making my body tremble. He broke the kiss for a heartbeat, his gloved fingers pressing against my lower lip until my mouth fell open. Then he dove back in, his tongue slow and deep, taking what he wanted.

Since I’d already come, I was calmer now. I felt more logical and composed. But Raymond was still furious. He bent down, his mouth finding my breast, his tongue circling before he began to suck. His hand trailed down from my navel, then he tugged the glove off with his teeth. His fingers slid inside me so fast my hips lifted off the bed.

“Wait, slow down…”

“Why? You wanted this, didn’t you? You didn’t want me to cut off my middle finger.”

He was stroking so slowly, circling the same spot over and over, that even fresh off my orgasm, I was swelling again.

“It wasn’t because of that…”

“I told you, don’t lie to me.”

His sharp tone shut me up. While he kept fingering me, I tried to figure out where we were. Was it his room? Familiar, but not quite.

“Look, Raymond… Is it really all over now? Am I… completely yours?”

He lifted his eyes and gazed. Not a speck of his anger had faded, but a strange smirk appeared.

“Your emotional talk won’t save you, Mina.”

Damn, he noticed. Without pulling his hand out of me, he used his teeth to peel off the glove on his other hand. The metal hand was exposed, gleaming almost. Could he even feel anything with that? I watched him in a dreamy haze as he began to stroke himself with it.

“What did I even do?” I whispered, innocence lacing my tone. “I was just enjoying myself.”

“Without me seeing you.” He added in a heated tone.

Was that the only problem? My confusion must’ve shown on my face, because he stopped touching himself.

“You are never leaving my sight again. Do whatever you want, Mina. Just not that.”

“I… Okay.”

My face flushed hot again. Teasing his while he was blindfolded and helpless was intoxicating, but whenever he stood his ground with conviction, it felt like every trace of my will just melted away.

When I tried to look away, he pulled his hand out from inside me. He gently tilted my chin back toward him, forcing my gaze to meet his. He kissed me again, shifting his head to the side and planting kiss after kiss on my lips. They were short but relentless, his hand diving back into my wet heat while the other roamed my trembling body.

He pulled back just enough to strip off his jacket, and though I was a bit disappointed, the sight of those broad, pale shoulders was its own delicious torture. He yanked his pants off too, then leaned over me again. Seconds later, I felt his rock-hard cock teasing my entrance. As he slid into me slowly, his lips traced a path of tiny, burning kisses from my throat up to my mouth. With each gentle thrust and pull, I felt him sink deeper into me, my breath coming in ragged gasps while his mouth and tongue never left my skin for a second. His rhythm quickened, our bodies pounding against the sheets in perfect sync, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

That move of mine made him hesitate, then he grabbed me by the waist and pressed me against his own chest, my body lifting into the air with his grip.

“Finally…” he whispered against my skin. “I can hold you in my arms.” As he buried his nose against my shoulder and inhaled my scent, I lifted my weak arms and stroked his hair. With that move, his lips found the crook of my elbow this time.

“Finally… I can feel you.”

His palm closed on my elbow and brought my arm to his face. His kisses multiplied, his eyes shut, looking as peaceful as if he were diving into calm waters within my skin and sinking to the bottom.

“I’ll never leave you. Never. My beautiful Mina, my darling… Never.”

Then hot, salty liquid dripped onto my skin. I looked at him in shock, but he only pulled me closer. When he finally let his grip loose, I saw his tear-filled blue eyes. I caught his chin and lifted it.

“What did I tell you?” I whispered, and his eyes sliding to my lips. “Don’t hide your tears from me.” I caressed his lashes, and his eyes fell shut. As my fingers traced his face, he chased my touch, pressing deeper into my palm.

“Is that why you love me? Because I’m weak?”

“Of course not, Raymond…” I spoke, assuming the game was over, but I couldn’t be sure. We had to set some kind of word for this. Next time.

He gently laid me back on the bed and waited for my answer. He was still hard, but he must have wanted to talk.