The Broken Raven - A Paradox Of Two Worlds Series Book 1

Chapter 16- Clay

I knock on her door, and she looks up at me. The innocence in her eyes amuse me. I get a knot in my stomach as her eyes look into mine, I stutter at first but manage to say,

"Hey,"

I carefully approach her and ask what she's working on. I give her one of my many compliments, and she slams her laptop closed. Looking up at me, she asks, "What do you want?" I take a seat next to her on the bed because I have no idea what to say. I become speechless. She gives me an assertive look.

"Listen!" I start. "I don't know what's going on, but my life has always been the same tale; nothing about me ever changed until you entered the picture and abruptly changed the course of events. I'm not sure what to do at the moment; all I know is that the feelings I have for you are genuine—I want you and you alone." She sits there quietly, not saying a word, so I continue.

"I won't do anything crazy; I just want you to hear me; you're not afraid of anything. I could tell you liked it when we were kissing, but you're so afraid to fall in love; I know how you feel, so why not let me in?" I ask her.

She gets up and opens the door. "I think it's time for you to leave," she says.

"Raven, please think about it," I beg her.

"Just did, don't tell me how to feel or say that any of this is real, my mind is made up, and I'm good without you. Either we continue to keep this casual, or we stop all contact starting right now".

She gives me the request; I have no choice but to continue being casual since my subconscious constantly badgers me about not letting her go. Without hesitation, I press my lips against hers, my tongue parting our mouths.

I lift her and carry her to her bed after I lock the door behind me and close it. As I lay her down, I toy with her breast with my palm as it glides beneath her shirt. She gets chills all over her body after I kiss her neck. Her stomach is crazed by my tongue as I pull her top off. When I touch her, she trembles and arches her back. My mouth is above her pantie line while I remove her pyjama bottoms. I descend to her thighs after kissing her stomach. I slowly remove her panties and find her spot. She gasps and then moans as my tongue digs further.

My mouth brushing up against her causes me to experience something new. Not simply because I can or because I want something in return, I want to make her happy. I want to please her so badly. Make her aware of my desire to do more while assisting in her demonstration of her own desire. I'm not sure why, but I feel a need for her. My soul is reaching out for her for some reason. Her legs start to tense up as she prepares to release.

"Come for me," I say. I shock myself with what I had just said. I've never cared if a girl finished or not. I only cared about myself.

Every drop she unleashes is caught on my tongue, and her back arches. She tastes fantastic, as I anticipated she would. This would-be bad girl turns out to not be so wicked after all. I'll see to it that she comes home with only me.

I approach her lips once more and give her a kiss. I experience a chill as she runs her hands through my hair. Nobody has ever been able to do that. I look at her and grin.

"If things keep going like this, college will be fun." She smiles.

"Oh yeah? How so?" I kiss her before she answers.

"Well, for starters, it's Monday night, and I have the hottest guy on campus in my bed." I smile at what she says.

"Meaning?" I question.

"Meaning that school will be filled with hormone-raged girls that are jealous you're spending your nights with me." She smiles, and I see the confidence in her shine brightly.

"Okay," I smirk, agreeing with her. The girls on campus will be pissed. Significantly, Sloane, an uneasy feeling comes over me at the thought that Sloane may hurt Raven.

"Secondly, the more I'm around you, the more I wanna be bad. You make me feel good. That's never happened. You even have me thinking things I never thought I would."

"Is that all?" I question her. She straddles me, and I feel my length against her sensitive core.

"Tell me, do I turn you on?"

"Without a doubt." My hands move to her ass as her mouth is against mine. She tugs at my shirt, and I pull it off. Her fingertips caress my chest, and I feel myself getting harder for her. She unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down. Kissing her harder, I flip her over on the bed and hover over her.

"Ray, I don't think we should do this," I tell her. God, I want to fuck her, but I can tell she's not ready, and I won't force her to do so, regardless of how much she wants to outdo me. I may be an asshole, but I'm not that big of an asshole.

"What? Why not?"

"Because you're not ready," I respond.

She gets up and grabs her clothes off the floor. "Who are you to tell me when I'm ready?" Anger fills her voice.

I throw my shirt over my shoulder, walk toward her, and pull her close, cupping her face. I look into her eyes and say, "We have plenty of time." I lean down and kiss her gently. "Let's do this, just you and me, again sometime."

She nods; I tell her goodnight, kiss her forehead, and she closes the door. I place my hand on it and lay my head against my hand.

This is going to be more complicated than I thought. I think I'm falling for her.

I quickly throw my shirt on and make my way to the front door, leaving Brie and Logan to question what just happened. But as I step outside, I can't help but wonder if I made the right choice.