Before I Fall

Chapter Twenty-five

The dark haired devil slowly rose to his feet. The couple's eyes remained firmly on each other as he began removing the magazine from the handgun, ejected the bullet that was in the chamber then broke her weapon in two, like snapping a twig. Was she livid that he destroyed her gift? Yes, but the pure alpha male energy he was releasing made her lie there quietly and not say a word about it. Following that display, he proceeded to remove his coat and threw it on the nearby ottoman yet their eyes remained fixed on each other. It was night time outside and the low lighting of her crystal chandelier created a licentious atmosphere. Lust had taken possession of them both.

Maybe it was hypnotism why she couldn't take her eyes off him or maybe she thought that this wasn't real, that he wasn't here in her bedroom and he hadn't just put his mouth on her chest. But he was. Every action he did made Morgan more on edge, longing to feel his tongue on her body once again and she knew exactly where she wanted him to put that skilled mouth next. However, Raven didn't look like the type that needed instructions on what to do, he looked like he invented all things naughty.

Uncertainty found it's way inside her brain and common sense was finally taking over. What was she doing? Things had gone far enough, Raven had worked some sort of witchcraft and took control of her body. He got a taste of her breasts and he would get nothing more from her. Sitting upright in the bed, she finally broke eye contact with him, fixed her top then brought her knees to her chest hugging them tightly.

"Please go away. This was a mistake."

"You don't want me to leave."

"You're wrong, you have no idea what you're talking about." Morgan denied.

An internal war was happening inside her, she needed to know what being with him would feel like but then she didn't know him well enough to let him stick his dick inside her either. No, she wanted more time but time was what she didn't have. She also couldn't deny the primal attraction she had to him, it was unearthly how she wanted to immerse herself beneath his skin, to disect his mind and drink his thoughts. Morgan wanted to know what made him tick, his likes and dislikes, she didn't even know his real name for Christ's sake! Shut up! Morgan was going to think herself into a migraine. Meanwhile, she looked over to see Raven standing there watching her like a curious puppy.

"Other women would have had me in bed already. Why haven't you?" he asked.

His question annoyed the crap out of her because the thought of him with other women sent her jealousy through the roof but before she could answer him, another burst of pain plagued her body and boy did her irritation grow. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth to cope with the harsh process but it just resulted in her getting hornier. Fuck this shit! It would be best to just dive right into this now because she couldn't hold out anymore. Morgan could get to know Raven later.

She heard a sharp intake of breath and opened her eyes to see him with his eyes closed as he breathed in deeply. However when he opened them again, Morgan scampered away from him quickly while being careful to not fall off the edge of her bed . The deadly hunger on his face was something she'd never seen before, it was quite disturbing actually. It seemed like he would literally bite into her flesh and that scared her. Lourdes was right, he was dangerous and yet she still yearned for him.

"You are wasting my time little one. Give me a hair tie now." his voice was low but it was obvious he was aggravated, so now she had to tread lightly to not set him off. He was obviously much stronger and older than she was.

Who could blame him when she tried to murder him earlier instead of jumping in his arms. Pointing toward her side table, Morgan watched as he opened the drawer and rifled through it to find a pink hair tie with animated kittens. He grumbled something under his breath which Morgan couldn't hear but she saw him put it on his wrist. The woman watched in awe as the powerful man gathered his long hair in his hands and quickly fashioned it into a man bun. Christ on a bicycle! He was even sexier now than before. How did he expect her to resist him when he looked so good?

Raven turned up the heat even more by taking off his shirt, revealing his white pristine skin and abdominal muscles hewed from granite. Was there anything not perfect about him? Morgan got her answer when he walked to the ottoman to pick up his coat and head towards her closet. Slash marks adorned every inch of his back. They were healed completely but the scars remained and Morgan was sure each held a story. Who did this to him? The urge to kill that person that did the deed grew so strong inside her just as the urge to ask him what happened but Morgan didn't want to pry. He would tell her eventually or at least she hoped he would.

She had no control over her body, when she slid off her bed and walked towards her closet where Raven stood in all his glory, sporting his scars and hanging his garments. The tiny tendrils of his locks framing the back of his neck was adorable. Morgan debated what she was about to do but she couldn't help reaching out to touch his scars, maybe because she could relate to being injured severely. Before her fingers could make contact with his skin, he spun around in a flash and gripped her wrist tightly as he glared at her.

"Ouch! You're hurting me." Morgan whimpered but he didn't let her go.

In response to her words, he grabbed her by the back of the head with his other hand and crashed his lips to hers, catching her by surprise. At first Morgan wanted to push him away but then like butter over a flame she melted against his body and let him kiss the life out of her. Her body responded to his domination as he gripped her hair tightly, now she wanted more.

Releasing her wrist, Raven squeezed her right butt cheek, roughly pulling her lower half against his. Like a puzzle piece finding it's correct slot that's how perfect their bodies felt being so close together. He eventually tore his lips away from hers but only a centimeter away as their mouths could easily connect again. Their breathing was heavy and Morgan took the chance to open her eyes and look at him but his brows were drawn together in concentration and his eyes were locked on to her swollen lips. His taste lingered on her tongue. Yummy. The hand that held her head came around to firmly grip her jaw.

"So young and ripe." he growled against her lips and took the opportunity to bite the lower one.

Each second wasted, Morgan was getting wetter and more impatient. God he smelled so fucking good! Removing herself from his tight embrace and that intimidating bulge in his pants, Morgan's confidence soared as she took his hand and pulled him along with her back to her cylindrical bed. There she sat on the edge and offered him an invite to dine on her by opening her legs. Slow and steady steps until he reached between her thighs, Raven pushed Morgan down on her back making her tits jiggle.

He quickly lifted her top again to free her breasts again but slowed down his movement when he got to her shorts and it was obvious he was savouring this moment. Morgan lifted her hips as Raven slowly peeled off her shorts even though the material clinged to her, he took his time absorbing her drenched womanhood with his eyes. She silently thanked all who made laser hair removal possible because she knew her black pussy was popping.

He threw the shorts on the floor behind him then grabbed her ever faithful Alex that layed beside her and threw it away too which she didn't like. However, Morgan didn't know if he was pleased or not with her because his face was inexpressive. For once, couldn't he show what he was thinking? It was damn infuriating! Everything in her just wanted to make him happy.

Raven got on his knees before the royal. He delicately placed her one of her thick thighs on his shoulder and used his unoccupied hand to spread her other leg farther in the other direction. Morgan got up on her elbows because she wanted to witness everything he was going to do to her. She watched as he slowly licked the juices that ran down her leg then sucked on the flesh he licked. Oh, how his warm tongue felt like heaven, but Morgan was silent as the dead. The princess' body jumped when his mouth made the first contact with her needy vagina. Those to tongue rings were going to be the death of her. That mouth of his must have doubled as a vacuum cleaner because slowly but surely Morgan could feel her soul leaving her body. Mmmm, she could get used to this.