B O N U S C H A P T E R 2

sexual content ahead! be warned! fluff at the end tho ;)

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Slamming me against the door, his lips press onto mine fiercely as I gasp, his hands snaking up my curves stealthily to hold my wrists up above my head. I almost fall, my legs doing their best to hold me up.

"This is what happens when you provoke me." He whispers, leaving a line of goosebumps down my back.

How could I resist teasing him when he sat half-naked in his studio, paint smeared on his chest, hair ruffled and a brush sitting between his fingers? How could I, when all he did was attract and never repel? Like a magnet, I'd gone over and sat on his lap in the short skirt I'd purposely but not so purposely chosen.

"Did it not cross your mind that maybe, I wanted you to be provoked?" I gasp out between heavy breaths, as his eyes zero in on mine. My chest heaves against his—the paint smearing all over my chest.

"Oh I know you all right. My needy girl. I like it when you show me how much you want me. Because trust me," his index finger travels down my cleavage, "I want you—nay, I need you as much as you do. Maybe more."

I suck in a breath.

It's not like I'm new to this. We've made love, had sex, fucked so many times in these five years. But it always baffled me how I could never, ever be tired of him and everything that he was. His effect on me never seemed to diminish, it always grew, blooming in my chest like a wild flower with no limits.

I stutter the next few words, because I know what he would do on hearing it.

"What are you waiting for then?"

His lips collide, no, smash on mine like he wants to explore every nook and crook of my lips, while his hands go on a wild goose chase, sneaking onto my waist, squeezing my ass and then threading into my hair the next.

I, as usual, take my time to become aware of every sensation he's giving me, my hands slowly settling on his chest, feeling the soft but sturdy pecs. Then I ease my right hand and hook it into his sweatpants as he gasps in my mouth, boosting my ego. I love when he becomes a putty in my hand. I love what I do to him.

And it's then that I decide that the reins would be in my hand today.

"Down," I break off from the kiss and state. "The sweatpants go down." I inch back and feel my pulse rate go up as he gulps and nods, looking so confused and disoriented, yet doing what I say. He feels the switch in power—he knows.

I watch him as he stands in his boxers, his dick stretching against it, waiting for it to be released. He coughs, and leans back, staring at me.

I smirk.

I walk towards him and watch his eyes go wide. And then I fall onto my knees.

"Fuck, June. You're killing me." He looks down and groans again.

"I haven't even touched you yet," blinking not-so-innocently, I say, as he grunts.

"You know what you're doing. And I love it when you do it." Then his eyes bore into mine. "Take me in your mouth now, or I might just fuck you right here." For a second, I consider it. But then I slide off his boxers and lick a line down his cock and enjoy watching his head fall back against the wall as he scrunches up his fists.

Taking him in my mouth, I start to suck him off, just as he loves it, just as he wants it—deep and fast. Tears sting my eyes but I keep going, his moans and words of dirty appreciation doing things to me.

"Y—You're, oh my—fuck, I, you, just like that, love." Stuttering, he weaves his hand through his hair, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his eyes eyeing every in and out movement of mine. His hand tries to caress my cheek but the building release makes his hand tremor a bit as he groans, letting me know he's near.

"I—near. Oh no, nah, no. We're doing this together." In a nanosecond he pulls out from my mouth and I shriek as he picks me up and holds me in his arms.

My back is against the wall and Ray's eyes are dark and fired up, his rapid breaths adding to the atmosphere.

The power has shifted again.

"Fuck." He whispers, his thumb gliding over my wet, sticky lips and the surrounding area. "I love me on you." His now sticky thumb glides into my mouth as I suck instantly. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." I smile, a little wicked. "My June."

My smile wipes off as his fingers reach between us and rub my clit, languid at first, but faster and faster as I try to swallow down my screams. He says nothing, just stares into my eyes as I writhe under him, as I experience and show the pleasure I'm receiving and that makes me wetter than whatever his fingers are doing. He keeps looking at me and keeps rubbing until I'm begging him to give me my release.

"Please."

Have you ever experienced something that makes you want to scream, bite your nails, hate, stop, yet keep wanting at the same time? It comes steady, never going overboard but you keep running, you keep trying to find this place you're supposed to find.

"Let me come. I—can't." I look at him and I see it in his eyes—the pleasure he earns from this entire situation, yet how he hold me gingerly and tight to not let me slip away. I see him and I love him a little more every second.

He looks down between us and then he looks back up. I don't know what changes, but I come, I come so hard and so fast that I shake all over, moaning his name, seeing stars and galaxies—and him.

He lets me have a second, an intimate second as I caress his face. But the next moment he's slamming into me and I'm screaming again as his teeth nip my neck, sucking and kissing and leaving marks all over. My hardened nipples graze his chest with every thrust and every slam, making everything so much more erotic.

Sweat glistens all over his body as he pants and pushes, all the while kissing me and whispering all the dirty things that I like to hear, slipping in every now and then an i love you which makes my stomach flutter.

"Ray." I say.

He shakes his head.

"Hold on. You have to hold on," he almost pleads, biting onto his lips as he watches our bodies connect below.

"Ray." I say again.

"June, love, just hold on." His eyes pierce into mine and I hold back my scream, my nails digging into his shoulder.

"I love you fucking me." His eyes widen and he tries to stop me. "You hit so deep inside me that I see stars, Ray." He groans. "Come for me." I whisper and I see it in his eyes and him in mine.

We both moan as my insides squeeze his cock leaving him hissing and groaning.

"You little witch." He smiles, kissing me whole, as I tiredly reciprocate. Gently placing me down, he slowly pulls out, as the liquids ooze out of me and trail down my thigh. We watch it flow and we look at each other, satisfied with the outcome.

"Look at that." He cooes, flicking the liquid away. "You're so sexy."

I kiss him a little.

"Pick me up, will you?" I manage to utter. His eyes soften and he gathers me in his arms, his warm body pleasant and comforting. I settle my head in the crook of his neck and let out a content sigh. I feel him gently lowering me onto the mattress, as I float in and out of sleep, to feeling him clean me up and putting on a loose shirt and underwear on me.

I roll over, and wait for him to join me, and when he does, I waste no time in clinging onto him as he chuckles and pulls me closer—and I'm home. Warm, soft, safe and loved.

His fingertips push away the hair that fall on my face and I smile, as he presses soft kisses over my forehead. I peep an eye open to see him watching me with the biggest smile on his face and that is when I know that there are no limits for my love when it comes to this man.

I'm suddenly emotional as I bury my face in his chest, trying to not cry, maybe because it's so silly or maybe because—because I love him too much.

"I feel the same." He says, as I look up to see a lone tear falling down his eye yet a big smile plastered on his face. "You don't have to say anything. I know." He whispers and the dam finally bursts as the tears flow freely.

We're not sad—rather happy.

Something more than happy. A feeling we can't put into words, a feeling that's superior to love. Does something like that even exist?—yes it does. Love does that to you.

"Six years ago," he starts, his voice a little hoarse. "Six years ago you bumped into me and treated my wound. Six years ago I saw you fitting in perfectly with my friends as we smoked our life away. Six years ago, I thought you looked so fucking beautiful at a party I didn't even want to be at. Six years ago, you shook my entire world."

My breath is caught up in my throat.

"I'm so thankful that God sent me you. I learnt to live, I learnt to love, I learnt to forgive and I learnt who am I. Because of you—all because of you." His fingers entangle with mine. "Where would I be right now if I hadn't met you? Probably dead." Another tear falls down his eye. "It's simply the truth. I had no motivation to live back then. I was a wild flower waiting for someone, something to weed it out. I believed my time was limited. But you," he wipes his eyes, "you told me that I was a chrysanthemum, a rose, and I believed you." He swallows heavily. "What I'm about to say will sound so normal, but June, June Williams, I mean it when I say it."

I stare up at him with watery eyes.

"I love you with my entire being."

I bite my lip to conceal my sobs.

"There's no me without you. And that's to put it simply. There does not exist a Ray Rutherford without a June Williams." He encases my jaw within his palm as we lean our foreheads on each other's.

"Same." I difficultly whisper, as I try to hug him, gather him in my little arms, as I maniacally try to infuse his entire being in mine while my tears flow unstoppably.

We lay there on the bed, clinging onto each other, two beings so in love with each other's souls, sighing and kissing every now and then because we were so glad, so fucking glad, that we met each other and that we had each other in this barren, cold, cold world.

I was his and he was mine. As long as we were together, I was warm, and that's all you needed at the end of the day.

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