My Muse || READER X RAY || The Promised Neverland

🍋 My Muse || Chapter Seventeen

!! Lemon- A lemon is a fanfiction with explicit sexual content. !!

My feelings for him returned with every word he spoke. He slipped his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers. "E-Everytime we held hands... My heart started to beat faster. You make me go crazy, y/n." He pulled me into his chest, holding my hand to his mouth. He kissed my palm over and over again, slipping in warm licks in between. My face blushed a complete tomato red.

"I want to make you go crazy too."

Ray aggressively shoved me against a tree, the bark softly pricking my back. He pinned my hands above my head, holding them by the wrist.

"Close your eyes..." He whispered softly. His face was an inch away from mine, his breath warm on my lips. I looked at him rather defiantly. "I said I'd make you go crazy." He smirked, his right hand tracing my waist. They continued to move downwards, toying with the hem of my skirt. His face blushed bright red too, noticing our position and where his hands were.

His hands were strong, large, and warm. It didn't take my body long to memorize them. He moved softly in between my thighs, caressing every curve on my body.

He moaned my name softly into my ear. He had finally let go of my arms and let himself feel all of me with both of his hands. It felt so warm... so good.

He pulled his head away from my shoulder, looking at me straight in the eyes. His left hand caressed my cheek softly. No words had to be spoken. I knew what I wanted now. I brushed his bangs aside, and pulled his lips onto mine.

His lips are soft and strong. They pulled me in and pressed my mouth open wider, laxing back allowing me to do the same. His hands found their way inside my shirt, holding my bare back, tracing my spine. I moaned at his velvety touch, only making us go wilder. His tongue softly touched the tip of mine, caressing it and then withdrawing. I pressed my face closer to his. I wanted all of Ray. Right now. He tasted so good.

His left thumb stroked my cheek, trailing downwards to my neck and onto my collarbone. We parted for air, a string of saliva connecting our mouths.

Ray was bright red, his chest heaving up and down, gasping for air. I imagine I looked the same.

"Can I see you later tonight?" He asked, patting my hair down.

My heart was still racing, remembering the gentleness of his touch.

"Okay."