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

Chapter 54 - Clay

Schools started up again. It's been hell. I haven't paid attention to anyone around me and have avoided Sloane whenever possible. She doesn't seem to understand that I only want Raven and don't want her at all. Brie keeps me informed on how she's doing, but I still need to see and hug her. I want her to know that I love her.

I need to kiss her once again.

I overhear Brie and Logan discussing going to the club on Saturday night after a few weeks have passed. Despite not being my scene, I chose to go as well. I figured it would be a good opportunity to get closer to Raven. As the day approaches, I find myself getting more and more nervous.

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Saturday night comes, and I hear Logan and Brie leaving. I lay back in bed and contemplate whether I should really go or not. I shake my head and run to the shower. I let the water warm up and quickly wash up. I slip on my dark jeans, a loose button-up, and my black boots. I wear my silver chain around my neck and quickly run my hands through my hair.

I grab my keys and head out. I pull into the parking lot of the club and cut the engine. I take a moment to calm my nerves. I finally step out, take in the cool air, and walk toward the entrance. Walking in, I spot Logan and Brie, along with many other kids from school. I see Raven throwing back shots and laughing. I take a seat next to Logan.

"Bro! What's up?" His drunken ass says.

"Nothing; I was bored at home."

"Here, drink." He hands me a shot. I shoot it back and look at Raven. She stands up and moves to the dance floor as her eyes grow dark. I watch her move while hiding in the shadows. My heart pounds every time she stares at me. I am unable to sense the ground as the earth moves around us. I want her to tell me that she loves me and let me know that I'm not wasting my time with her.

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As the evening goes on, Brie and Logan become intoxicated. For Logan and Brie, I get a cab, and I drive Raven home.

I get to Raven's apartment and help her inside. She kicks off her heels and heads to the kitchen, taking out a bottle of vodka.

"Raven, I think you've had enough."

"Stop being so bossy. You're not my dad. My dad is dead, remember?" She says as she heads to her room. I follow her to make sure she is okay. She struggles to take off her dress. She turns around and says,

"Oh, you're still here. Can you help me?" I walk up behind her and unzip her dress. It slides down her body, and she's left in a black bra and black lace panties.

She turns around to face me and pushes me onto the bed as she straddles me. "Ray, we can't do this!" I tell her she's too drunk to decide this. "Well, I want you." She whispers.

"As much as I want to, and damn do I ever, we can't, you're drunk, and you're also the one who said it was over between us."

She looks at me, running her hands through my hair. "I know what I said. That doesn't mean I don't want you." She states. "Plus, I'm not drunk. I had two shots at the club, hence the reason I grabbed the bottle of vodka, but someone decided to take it away from me."

I kiss her hard, and my tongue parts our mouths, tasting the liquor on her tongue. I fully take her in. flipping her over, I say. "You're going to hate me for this."

"I already hate you. That doesn't mean we can't play." I give her a kiss, forgetting everything that has transpired between us. I lift her up, laying her down gently. I climb on top of her and start kissing her neck, leaving a trail of hot breath and soft kisses. She moans softly, and I feel her hands on my back, pulling me closer to her. She arches her back as I kiss her chest, and I can feel her heart beating faster and faster. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop myself. I want her so badly. We allow our bodies to make decisions for us. Our hands roam freely, exploring each other's bodies with a sense of urgency.

The passion between us is undeniable, and I can feel my desire for her growing with each passing moment. As we continue to kiss and touch, I know this is wrong, but I can't bring myself to pull away from her. I want her too much. The sound of our breathing becomes heavier, and I can feel her heart beating fast against my chest. The intensity of the moment takes over, and I forget about everything else around us. The thought of consequences doesn't cross my mind as I continue to indulge in the pleasure of her touch. It's as if nothing else matters but this moment, and I know that she will regret it later, but for now, I am lost in the ecstasy of the forbidden.