Hungry Like The Wolf

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Raven was hungry. Again. These days she always was and while usually she would find something to sate that hunger, today was different. Bellamy was trying to be helpful and she appreciated it, she really did, but sometimes that was hard to show. Raven cringed as the memory of a plate flying across a room, narrowly missing his head entered her mind. Nothing was working, everything he brought her left her feeling nauseous and light headed. It was so damn frustrating she could punch someone. Another thing she would consciously try not to do again.

She sat on her bed resting her hands on her ever growing belly as she waited for him to bring something else. Hoping to every god imaginable that this would work. Her cravings this time felt almost painful, in the pit of her stomach like an itch she just couldn’t scratch. It was infuriating. As soon as she heard the footsteps approaching she attempted to sit up. No luck. One…more…time. Sighing she gave up, feeling like a turtle stuck on its back. Great, just what she needed. Smiling as soon as Bellamy walked in, she held her arms out expectantly waiting for him to pull her up. “This better work, or else…” she said, before quickly adding a smile so he knew she was just teasing…mostly. Something stirred within her at the sight of him. That itch she’d noticed before became more obvious and it only got worse the closer he got. Hell if she didn’t know any better she’d think it was because…no. That couldn’t be it. It must have been the food he brought. Her pregnancy had provided her with a superhuman sense of smell after all. Yes, that had to be what it was. Because otherwise…she was in big trouble.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Food was easier to come by down here than on the Ark. When his mother had been pregnant with Octavia, it was a bit more difficult because of their limited rations, and the fact that she was eating for two. Down here however, it was more about the kind of food, rather than the access to it that was difficult to appease Raven with. He didn't blame her. He supposed he wouldn't truly understand what it was like for her, considering he wasn't the one carrying a baby. It was why he wanted to do what he could to help her . . . despite the flying plate that his first attempt had resulted in. He went to the food handlers, asking them for whatever Raven had specified and telling them to do the best they could.

It wasn't even, because even down here, they were limited. But he supposed . . . it was still better than the Ark in many ways. It was something. This wasn't the dropship or even Camp Jaha. It was Arkadia. That in itself, held promise. He waited a few moments, taking advantage of the time to hope that Raven had cooled off a little. When the plate was filled he made his way back to her quarters, opening the door and greeted by her smile. Well, that was a relief. Better than any other expression that may make him approach her with caution. "Try this," he encouraged, closing the door behind him.

"Yeah let's hope we don't have to worry about the or else," he commented, only half kidding . . . because there was indeed some truth to his statement. Once he handed her the plate, he remained standing, watching her carefully to see if he would need to dodge an attack, take it back, or settle down because she was content. All different extremes that he was fully braced for. Raven was special to him. Extremely special. She was carrying their child, and that . . . gave him a love and protectiveness over her that he couldn't explain. One that he didn't bother explaining. Though it did make him want to take care of her, as much as she would allow him to.

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She took a bite before saying another word. It was…okay. It didn’t leave her feeling nauseous at least and that was a pretty big win for her considering her current state. But it didn’t satisfy her. Nowhere near. If anything it just made her all the more aware of the growing craving. For what? She had no idea. It was so frustrating she could almost throw something…almost. But Raven didn’t want Bellamy to feel like she was kind of safety hazard to be around. And that meant keeping the throwing of objects in the general vicinity of his head, to a minimum. At least she'd try.

“Thanks Bellamy.” She said with an obviously disappointed expression. “You’re too good to me.” This time she did a better job of masking her disappointment with a smile. It was more genuine this time because she meant it. Bellamy had really stepped up over these last few months, providing her with the support he’d promised. Only it was more than that. He, was more than that. And Raven would forever be grateful to have him in her life. Rolling forward, she finally sat up, setting the plate aside and just looking down. Her body had already changed so much in such a short amount of time, it almost scared her, especially over the last couple of months.

“Uugh, look at me. I’m the size of the damn ark.” Glancing up at Bellamy, she quickly looked down at her growing belly once more. “Don’t look at me.” Unable to keep eye contact, Raven just rubbed her belly, barely remembering what it used to look like. “See, you can’t even look at me!” She practically yelled at him, forcing herself to stand up, turning away from Bellamy. She was fully aware of how ridiculous she was being but that didn’t mean she could stop. Sighing, she stopped pacing and turned around. "I'm sorry." Instead wondering just why it mattered so goddamn much what Bellamy thought of the way her body looked anyway.

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't fail to notice her disappointed tone of voice . . . better concealed in her latter words. He did feel a twinge of guilt, wishing he could ease her pregnancy. It was familiar to an extent; the way he felt when his mother needed something but couldn't get it. He had always felt it his duty to look out for his family. And now, Raven was his family. He just watched her as she then spoke of her size, telling him to look at her and then accused him of not. Bellamy just remained there, her back turned to him.

Hormones. He'd experienced the wrath of a hormonal woman before. Even Octavia when she was going through all her changes. He knew he was hardly an expert in how to deal with them . . . but he also couldn't just remain idle. He wanted to be here for Raven as a support, and that included everything. Even insecurities about her image. He walked up to her, gently putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he said in a low voice, looking directly into her eyes.

He knew this was either going to calm her or further provoke her; one extreme to the other. But it was worth a try. Besides, she didn't have anything within reaching distance to throw at him. "I don't think anyone looks more beautiful than a woman carrying a baby." Words spoken with the utmost sincerity, as he offered a faint smile. It was true. Raven looked more beautiful than ever before. It was undeniable that she was naturally gorgeous but this child, gave an additional glow. A motherly image. Just . . . a rare, pure, beauty about her. "You sure as hell aren't an exception to that," he added on with the same expression and tone of voice.

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She was being silly. But she hated feeling insecure. Raven was so used to feeling confident and in control of her own body, that every time she lost that control, dealing with it was never easy. First her leg, and now her whole body was changing and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The only thing keeping her together was the fact that it was all for her kid, and Bellamy. Her rock. Though she didn’t like to admit it, she had a feeling he already knew how much his presence meant to her. Even if Raven wasn’t always the best at articulating how she felt.

Turning around at his gently prompting, she folded her arms before finally looking into his eyes. Bellamy’s words…were perfect. They were more than perfect because they were genuine. She could see it in his eyes that he meant every single word. He really thought she was beautiful. And with just a few words he made all those doubts and insecurities almost completely fade away. That was quite a skill he had there. A small smile spread across her face, she couldn’t help it. But instead of stepping away from their now unexpectedly close proximity Raven instead glanced down at his lips for a moment before sealing the distance between them with a soft kiss. Surprising herself and probably him too in the process. She just didn’t have the words to convey how much his words meant to her, how much he meant to her.

But a kiss definitely was not the plan. Taking a sudden step back, her hand instinctively raised to her face. Her fingers brushing across her now slightly swollen lips. What the hell was she thinking, kissing Bellamy? He was her friend, her kid’s father, Bellamy. She should be doing anything but kissing Bellamy. Come on Reyes, get yourself together. Oh god, how was she supposed to fix this? “I’m…I’m sorry I don’t know what that was, I…” she said with an awkward laugh, trying to play it off like it was no big deal. But this was a big deal. Raven just kissed Bellamy of all people. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as she quickly looked away unable to meet his probably horrified gaze.
 

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Raven had one of the most beautiful smiles. It was an expression not often worn by her, especially in the initial time they were on the Ground. But damn if she didn't look stunning. It was practically impossible not to return the expression. Perhaps it was the rarity that added to the beauty. Along with a sense of pride in him . . . that he could draw such an expression of happiness from her. Especially in this smile, that did not seem feigned, forced, or faked. It looked sincere. And taht made it all the more captivating.

His words were not responded to by her own . . . but actions certainly spoke louder than any words could. She leaned toward him to kiss him. Bellamy paused, instinctively closing his eyes as he took in the familiar sensation of her lips. They had not done anything -- hell they weren't even together -- since that night in his tent. Yet feeling her lips against him, seemed to satisfy a craving he had that he wasn't even aware of. This kiss, was different.

There was more to it than just base desire; just physical need. There was . . . emotion. Feeling. Was it because she was the mother of his child? Was it because the two of them shared this incredible being? Was it because they had grown closer this past little while? He didn't know. He didn't even want to question it. He just basked in it, the kiss ending all too soon before he had the chance to fully respond. He opened his eyes, seeing the immediate apology in her gaze, followed by her words to add to it.

It took him a few moments to recollect himself; to come down from the intensity of that kiss and all it caused to rush through it. Deeper than need. Deeper that lust. And it was unfamiliar. To the point that Bellamy didn't know how to define it. Yet . . . it was also something that he wanted to explore. He took a small step toward her, his finger cupping her chin as he turned her head so that she would look at him. But it wasn't for long, because he tilted his head downward, meeting her lips in another kiss.

It was tender, yet now he had more of a chance to respond to it, slowly deepening it without too much intrusion, as if still testing the waters; still uncertain as to whether it was just a one time lapse in judgment . . . or whether it was something she would embrace. Allowing it to linger for a few moments, Bellamy eased out of the embrace, experiencing the immediate deprivation of her touch. His lips still hovered over hers, his forehead casually rested against her own. Maybe this was one sided. Maybe he was feeling more than she was.

He wouldn't blame her of course. A man so undeserving of love, shouldn't have the affections of someone like Raven. "Maybe this is what you've been craving all along," he said with clear teasing, a light smirk on his face as he kept the close proximity. He wasn't naive enough to believe that the teasing craving was specific to him. But rather, to anyone. She was pregnant, hormonal. He figured it was about just needing that contact with any person. Bellamy was surely just a convenient one. That had to be it. And yet, he certainly wouldn't object to being in this position. Just like he didn't object to when she came into his tent to 'move on'. There was something about Raven Reyes; something he couldn't put his finger on. But something . . . that he found utterly entrancing.

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His silence burned through her. She needed him to say something, anything. So they could at least start to get past this. She would understand if he didn’t feel the same way. Raven would get over it surely. Only this time, with this kiss, she wasn’t quite sure how easy that would actually be. There was more to this kiss than just physical need. As much as she wanted to, Raven couldn't completely blame her show of affection on just hormones this time. Not needing to wonder for long, Bellamy stepped forward and kissed her again. Kissed her back. And this time she finally allowed herself to really lose herself in the pleasure it brought her. Relieving that itch she just couldn’t scratch earlier, for just a moment. But it meant more to her than that. His lips felt familiar but this time the contact satisfied her on a much deeper level.

Just as she was about to part her lips and deepen the kiss, he let go. Leaving Raven to immediately feel his absence, his loss on an almost animalistic level. Her body ached for more contact. His words ringing true in her ears. “I think you might be right,” she replied with a smirk of her own. Now that she knew he at least returned her advances, she wanted, no needed to explore this further. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled him towards her, a more ardent kiss followed this time. As she parted her lips, Raven was finally hit with the realisation that the taste she’d been looking for, craving and aching for all this time…was the taste of him.

“Mmmm,” she moaned into the kiss. Her tongue exploring his mouth before she began to lay feverent kisses on his cheek down to his jaw...then his neck. Her lips and tongue trying to taste as much of him as she could, before she gently allowed her teeth to graze his pulse point. Though none of it sated her need, leaving her almost breathless for more. More of him.The itch was still there, only growing in intensity now that she knew just how to scratch it. Was she using him? Perhaps, but she'd find time to worry about that later. For now, her desire was all that she had room to think about.

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THE HELL WE WANT

Raven's returned words and expression, helped ease his mind over the potential backfiring of his teasing. Though of course made no show of it. Bellamy's insecurities hardly ever surfaced . . . the major one now, being the unreciprocated deeper affections between them. Fortunately, he didn't have much time to think -- or dwell -- on it as her fingers weaved through his hair to pull him down for another kiss. One that he eagerly returned. It was more fervent this time, as the two of them now knew for certain that there was no need to tiptoe. A kiss initiated by her. A kiss initiated by him. And now this one . . . allowing both of them to fully embrace it. With the parting of her lips, he was able to access her with the utmost ease, drinking in her delicious, addictive taste. The beautiful sound falling from her lips amidst the kiss was sweet music to his ears.

His hand wrapped around her, skimming up her back while the other casually rested on her waist. When she pulled her lips from his own, only to place kisses along his skin, he closed his eyes, basking in the sensation that she never failed to provide him. His tongue ran over his own lips as if to moisten them . . . feeling suddenly dry without her to wet them. Thought the parts that she was indeed touching caused a burning need to course through him. He sharply inhaled, a breathy groan involuntarily escaping him as her teeth grazed along his warm flesh. He titled his head, his lips against her ear, eyes still remaining shut. "Raven," he practically breathed against her skin, kissing her tenderly for a moment. He knew what he wanted but at the same time, this wasn't about him. This wasn't like last time where they could carelessly have sex and never speak of it again.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that at least for him -- as he wasn't sure where he stood -- it wasn't just physical. It was emotional. And he had never been with someone that he had such . . . emotion based need for. It was new, unfamiliar, and desperately wanted by the male. Yet, he would never forgive himself if he did something to hurt her. So if she just wanted the physical, he could be that for her. No strings attached . . . just like that time. He could watch her at a distance, curb his longing desire to be with her that went beyond the physical. "Is this what you want?" He wanted to ask her, to give her a moment of possible clarity, just as he had before in his tent. He wouldn't -- couldn't -- do anything until he was certain. The last time they had sex . . . this time, they would make love. There was a significant difference that Bellamy felt in the very core of his heart, and he wasn't about to screw that up.

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Raven was losing herself in this perfect moment, this perfect kiss. Filling her and leaving no room in her mind for all the doubts and consequences that would surely come of this obvious lapse in judgement. But she could barely form a sentence in her mind let alone think about how wrong this all was. It was the taste of him, the smell, and the sensations filling her senses that kept her going. And the fact that he was just as invested into this endeavour, the way that he said her name…only fuelled her actions. This was probably selfish, using him like this for the second time. But it felt different now, there was more than just physical need, though that was a great part of it. But if she dug down, Raven knew, there was something deeper to this. Because it wasn’t just about being pregnant and horny, or needing to sate some physical desire with just anyone. It was him, from the moment her lips touched his she’d known it. She’d been craving Bellamy Blake. And it damn well terrified her.

His question forced her to pause and look up, sobering her up for a moment. It caught her off guard. Perhaps he didn’t want this. Or he knew this would be a mistake. Taking a step back, she put a little bit of distance between them, their bodies no longer touching. The lack of contact almost painful. “You’re right.” If they went through with this everything would change. It wouldn’t be like that time in the tent when she’d gone to him to get back at Finn, and attempt to move on. Going straight back to normal afterwards. This was different. Because there was more at stake now. “This is probably a bad idea.” This was definitely a bad idea. “It would be wrong, and unfair of me...” To use him. “We…shouldn’t,” she added, slightly breathless. But dammit if she didn’t want to. Even as she spoke to him, her eyes were roaming his body instead of his face, biting her lip, trying to picture and remember every line of his chest, his skin, every birthmark and dimple. But Raven hadn’t been paying enough attention before. If given the chance, she certainly wouldn’t make that mistake again. Finally her eyes lifted to meet his, only now they were black with desire and poorly hidden need. Taking a step forward her chest heaving with every breath, Raven needed him to be the one to leave. Because if he didn't...she wouldn't be able to control herself.

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Bellamy inwardly kicked himself. He knew the words had to be said, but the moment she stepped back . . . he felt the intensely painful deprivation of her touch. The distance was too much. It felt unbearable. She was talking but it was taking a few additional moments for the words to actually register in his mind. A bad idea. Yes. It would be wrong. Yes. Unfair . . . of her? No. Unfair of him to do this to her. That was what he was more worried about. And her last words . . . were so true. They shouldn't. Yet the way she was looking at him, the recent reminder of how delicious she tasted . . . how incredible it felt to kiss her. How she warmed him down to his very soul -- or what was left of it -- made her so damn desirable. Was he even strong enough to resist?

He just looked at her, silent, the wheels turning in his head. He should turn around and leave. He should turn around and leave. He should -- "Screw it." With one swift motion, he moved toward her, ravenously kissing crashing his lips against her own in a hungry kiss that held nothing back. He wasn't strong enough. He needed her. And the repercussions of this could be severe but . . . he was too consumed with desire. His feelings for her were too strong. Not only because she was the mother of their future child . . . but because, it was Raven. And well, he had fallen in love with her.

The admittance had not yet surfaced, suppressed deep in the back of the mind for he feared what would happen if it ever came out. Instead, he acted upon it. His hands having been at her cheek, now roamed down to her stomach, already starting to hastily unfasten her pants. He wasn't wasting any time. He needed her. He need to touch and taste every single part of her. He needed her to consume his senses, intoxicate him until he was completely drunk on every single thing she had to offer. And damn . . . he knew it was a lot.

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Raven could see him contemplating the options. But really how many options were there. The smart thing for him to do was obviously leave and pretend like this didn’t happen. Like kissing him meant nothing. Only they both knew that wasn’t true. And while they could be good liars at the best of times, even they couldn’t get out of this one. His decision to bring thought and reason had been the right one. This was all her fault, she’d been the one to initiate all this. Raven inwardly sighed at her stupidity and inability to control herself and her desires. Their relationship had been in a fragile enough state as it is and now she’d knocked it completely off balance.

But then he kissed her. Really kissed her. Every doubt and thought of how this definitely shouldn’t be happening left her the moment his lips touched hers. Instantly reacting to the contact, her fingers moved to thread through his hair once more. It was like she could breathe again, suddenly realising just how much her body had been starved for this even in those few moments apart, for his hands on her body, for her tongue to taste his. This is what she’d wanted all along, no, needed all along. And it was about time she admitted that to herself. But soon it wasn’t enough to sate her desire. To truly satisfy that craving that had been plaguing her for what felt like centuries. Bellamy it seemed was just as eager as he moved his hands over her swollen abdomen to unfasten her pants. Her own moving down his back, her nails digging in as she moaned into the kiss. This was everything she’d wanted for so long without even realising it. The moment threatened to overwhelm her. So instead she moved to slide her hands under the front of his shirt, lifting the fabric over his head to expose his bare chest. Breaking the contact of his lips on hers. But not for long.

Her eyes burned with need at the sight of him. Licking her lips, Raven moved to kiss and bite at his chest, dragging her tongue and teeth along to taste as much of him as she could before moving her own hands to help push down her pants. Desperately needing there to be less fabric between them. But before she could move to unfasten his own, Raven couldn’t help the selfish need to press her hips into his, feeling his growing arousal at the junction of her thighs. Hoping to relieve some of that pressure. But it only served to increase that desperate tension and only he could offer her release. Slowly her hands slid between them and down his pants, instead of moving to take them off she decided to grasp him, her fingers expertly moving slowly along his member. An unintentional smirk appearing on her lips as Raven slowly savoured the moment, taking her time to unravel Bellamy Blake. See she hadn’t really had the chance last time.

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When he felt her hands lift his shirt, he eagerly responded, lifting his arms to divest himself of the fabric that served only as a hindrance in this moment. He felt the immediate deprivation of her touch, though it was quickly compensated for as her tongue and teeth moved over his bare chest. The sensation was enough to make him close his eyes, basking in the pleasure that coursed through him . . . a heavy exhalation of breath escaping him as a sign of his enjoyment. His hand moved to the back of her head in encouragement, his mind filling with thoughts of what he wanted to do to her; how he wanted to return this favor of pleasuring the other. Somewhere in the back of it, he also knew he had to be gentle. Careful with her. This wasn't like last time. She had a child within her and . . . yes. Careful. But damn, if she wasn't making it hard to think rationally enough.

Hell, he was barley thinking at all. Not with the way her hips pressed against his hardened member, causing a sharp intake of breath at the sudden pressure. He moved to take off her own shirt, wanting to touch her skin in all the ways he could. His purpose however put on hold the moment he felt her hand take a hold of his swelled member. A strained, short sound involuntarily emitted from the male, his lips parting from the sheer impact that her simple touch could have over him. His tongue ran over his lips, his heart racing as he let out another strained groan of utter pleasure.

He leaned forward, his forehead against her shoulder as he tried not to put all his weight against her. His teeth tugged at the skin at the bottom of her neck, his hand roaming to the curves of her behind, squeezing it, now better felt and appreciated without her pants. She was making him mindless with need, the ache for her only intensifying with the way her skillful hands moved over him. He titled his head to the side a bit, speaking against her skin. "I want you," he breath, his voice slightly hoarse from all she was making him feel. Nipping at her flesh once more, his lips hungrily crashed against hers, starting to move forward so that he was moving back . . . toward the bed.

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Her hands continued skilfully trying to wring just enough pleasure out of him for it to be infuriatingly short of actual satisfaction. She wanted to frustrate him. To leave him as desperate and hungry for her as she already was for him. His words only proved to confirm that her plan was working. Only they did more than that. His breathless words sent shivers down her body. Every sound turning her on and making her ache even more for him if that was even possible. Breaking the kiss she used every ounce of whatever self-control she could find, which was damned near impossible at this point, and stepped back, removing her hand from its desperately perfect position. The loss of contact was almost painful.

Keeping her eyes on his she continued to step back until her legs hit the side of the bed. Chest heaving and her eyes almost completely black and filled with growing anticipation. The moment felt like it would last a life time, each heartbeat getting louder and louder in her ears and Raven could swear she could hear his too. Pulling the hair tie from her pony tail and shaking it free, she slowly bit her lip, already missing the taste of him on her tongue. “Then come get me,” she whispered seductively, finally answering his previous passion filled declaration. Without looking away, her hands moved to the bottom of her shirt before slowly and deliberately lifting it up and over her head. Now that she was divest of all clothing it was about damn time for him to join her.

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Bellamy felt the immediate deprivation of her touch when she pulled her hand away, a small sound of protest involuntarily escaping his lips. He drew in a slightly shaky breath, trying to maintain some semblance of composure as he descended unfulfilled . . . and damn it hurt. But it made him want her even more. Perhaps, that had been the point all along. He watched her move in that sensual way she did, his eyes fixed on her, even more so once she pulled the tie from her hair and then proceeded to taunt him with the seductive tease. He still didn't move, entranced by her removal of the shirt that covered the last part of her body, now exposed.

His tongue ran over his lips as his eyes lingered over her alluring and flawless figure. He hadn't forgotten the first time they slept together, but this time . . . it was all the more strong. Perhaps due to his feelings for her that had developed over the past little while. Whatever the hell it was, it made her so damn desirable right now, and he couldn't resist any longer.

He moved forward, his lips hungrily returning to hers with a fervent frenzy of need as he moved forward, moving her back until she was lying on the bed. He tugged at her bottom lip before moving lower, down her chin, her neck, capturing one of her breasts as he sunk his teeth into one of her luscious twins, slightly larger due to the pregnancy -- something that Bellamy intended to take advantage of. Suckling her hungrily, a moan escaped him while his hands skimmed down her body to touch her heated core, teasing between the folds of the skin just as she had gripped him earlier without granting him release.

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The way he looked at her, with blatant want and hunger in his eyes made body heat up. In that moment she finally felt confident in her own skin, the insecurities that plagued her because of her changing body evaporated. He made her feel…sexy. And Raven revelled in it. She hadn’t felt this way in so long, and couldn’t help but feel almost grateful that Bellamy in just one look had returned the familiar sensation. Like she was really in control of her body, instead of it being in control of her.

The sentiment wasn’t one sided. Raven’s eyes obscenely roamed every inch of Bellamy like she was ready to pounce…because…well she was. Her core was wet and waiting to be filled by him. When he finally approached her she submitted herself to the kiss as he brought them down to the bed. Savouring the taste of him with each stroke of her tongue. With eyes closed as his lips moved further down, her mouth was left half open when his mouth reached her chest. The sensation of his teeth grazing her breast left her gasping, unable to breath from the almost painful pleasure he was giving her. She held his head against her, not wanting him to stop. Never wanting him to stop. She could stay like this forever, only Bellamy had other ideas.

She let out an embarrassingly loud moan when his fingers reached between her legs, just stroking the folds without entering her, or offering her any real release. Raven squirmed beneath him, arching her back to get him closer to her, for friction to provide her with any kind of satisfaction. She couldn’t move or articulate any real thoughts for the moment. Only leaving her body to react to him. “Please…” she choked out, surprised at herself. Raven had never begged for anything in her life. But right now it was all she could do. “I need you inside me,” she said tugging at his pants, waiting for him to finally take them off and give her what she’s been wanting for so long. For too long.

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