The Radical (Unity Vol.1) (28 page)

I
turned the last page of the letter and sat trying to comprehend everything. I could so easily have begun to cry, but suddenly my mind was so clear. The end was in sight. I took a few deep breaths and composed myself.

I spotted
Ryken dozing on the couch when I walked back into the living room. The blanket had fallen down and his chest was bare. I went to cover him back up, smiling at the sight of such a beautiful man laid up in my apartment. I sat by his side, squeezing myself onto a patch of seat he hadn’t managed to occupy.

I
took a large, warm hand of his and kissed the grazes on his knuckles. I pulled his hand up to my cheek and held it there, closing my eyes. They were like bear paws and I knew why many opponents had fallen foul of his ruthless fighting skills. He was bred to defend, to lead, to kill if he had to. I had to believe he was just doing what must be done.

He stirred, shifting about
with his eyes still closed. I knelt on the floor and went closer to him, studying his face.

‘Ryken,
’ I whispered, even his name on my lips arousing. Any name and he would be beautiful, but he had such an unusual, masculine one.

His ey
es flickered open and he saw me hovering above him. I gently stroked his injured face with my fingertips, tracing the cuts and bruises. A kiss from his lips to the tip of my little finger sent me rocketing towards bliss. His lips pursed and he seemed anxious, yet hopeful.

He knew I felt it too. It was undeniable.

‘Come here, Seraph,’ his gruff voice commanded.

‘What for?’ I wanted to know. He had a dark, wicked look behind his eyes.

‘A cuddle, angel. A moment of calm,’ he softened, a tiny smile curling up one side of his lips.

I laid
next to him on the large couch as he made room and brought his blanket over me too. I rested on his chest, glorying in his body. His was a fighter’s physique, real and carved in action. Under my cheek, I felt the scars. His ribs were jagged and uneven beneath his skin, he also had cuts that were old and new. His bruises were a rainbow of green, mustard, crimson and mauve. When his arms encircled me and he sighed, I relaxed too.

I began to heat through so I lifted slightly and unzipped my hooded sweater, peeling it off. I replaced myself on his chest, tightening my hands around his shoulders.

‘I like your bra,’ he groaned, kissing the top of my head.

I was wearing a purple lace item I had found in the back of a drawer. With matching panties. I had always laughed at other women who made an effort but now I was one of them. That morning I had secretly hoped I would see him at some point that day.

‘I was getting hot.’

‘Se
raph… you are beautiful, with or without this shit hot lace.’

He pinged my bra strap. I felt thrilled.

‘You are just … filthy,’ I challenged him.

‘Come here,’ he demande
d, gripping my wrist between his hand and motioning that I move closer.

I shifted upwards and held myself up on him. When I saw his face, I was stagger
ed by his expression. He was utterly beautiful and clearly, blushing.

I knitted my hands through his short black hair, feeling more scars on his scalp beneath. I smiled when his hands splayed across my lower back, pushing me into his growing arousal.

‘Your body is a map of your own self-destruction.’

‘
It is my journey to you, angel,’ he said wearily. ‘I will take down anyone who gets in my way of you. I just never knew it until now.’

I lowered my face
to his, high on those words, raising an eyebrow still as his hands stroked up and down my back, each time grazing the clasps on my bra. My chest must have been pounding against his own. I stared deep into his eyes.

‘You scare me. Yet, I
always gravitated towards what I fear. I think if I conquer it,’ I whispered, feeling his breath on my lip, ‘I may be able to one day live without it.’

His hands then pinned me to him, so my
breasts were crushed against his brutish form. When I stroked a finger over his mouth, his flesh seemed so foreign and unlike mine. His lips were tougher and puckered. I was devastatingly attracted to him. I knew one kiss with us laid like that would see us mate, again. He was what I needed to complete me, my opposite. I stroked my nose around his and nipped his top lip. He moaned and squeezed his eyes shut, ‘Ah, Seraph.’

His deep feeling for me terrified me in that moment and I buried myself in his arms once more. He held me so tight as I gasped against his pounding heart, clawing at his arms for reassurance.

‘I am so frightened, Ryken,’ I trembled.

‘E
verything is going to be alright,’ he told me slowly.

I h
eard the words that every woman wants to hear, and yet still don’t quite believe. He was a broken man, a tortured soul and just a fellow human being in that moment, and I needed him. I didn’t care about his past, not anymore. I wanted to leave my own behind, too.

I lifted myself so I lay fla
t out on top of him, stretching my body over his. ‘I am not hurting you?’

‘Never, never,’ he assured
me, though he was injured and must have felt some discomfort.

His hand held my nape and he slowly brought my lips down to his. Our mouths sank together and I closed my eyes, letting myself
be taken. He fixed his lips to mine and the raw power of our attraction had me separating my legs, straddling his thighs.

A strangled grunt erupted from his mouth and I pulled his hair when his tongue charged against mine, tasting me. We rocked and I moaned when his clothed cock nudged the bud of nerves at my cleft.

His long, black eyelashes fluttered apart and my stomach flipped, as I realized fully that this man was my own self, staring right back at me. Our greatest affinity was the sheer and utter need for some sort of passion in life, and now it was each other.

The room became non-existent
.

The bra clasp was snapped, the garment thrown, and my
breasts squeezed and pinched between his fingers. I cried out at the excruciating brutality and dragged my teeth through his bottom lip. I forced him to stop with my fingers through his, pushing his hands to the sides of his head, while my breasts rocked against his bare chest, grazing his silken hair.

‘Let me kiss you, let me,’ I begged.

He conceded; his eyes as black as night.

The tip of my
tongue licked the satiny underside of his top lip and our fingers tightened on each other’s. I planted tantalizing kisses all around his mouth before gently pushing deeper to find his tongue, sucking his back into my mouth as we kissed more intently. Beneath me I felt his arousal; enormous and proud, prodding my belly.

Soon it was just mindless and wild. I
moved from his mouth to bite his earlobe, then licked the tender insides of his biceps and moaned, ‘So strong.’

I
bit the downy, rough skin on his chest and suddenly, he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed my wrists and sat against the backrest with me on his lap.

I ruffled his hair eagerly while he
grabbed my buttocks, kneading them and squeezing them as we kissed deeply.

I pull
ed myself off his face to catch my breath and tenderness took over. He stroked my cheeks and murmured, ‘I love you. Not like a man loves a woman, like a warrior loves his goddess. I would die for you.’

Once upon a time, I never would have imagined that Seraph Maddon would swoon but that is exactly what I did. He was darkly handsome and sayi
ng such wonderful things, kissing me, making me feel all kinds of new sensations. He caught me and I arched my back into his hands. When his mouth found one of my upturned nipples, my womb contracted and I yelped. His hot tongue swirled around my bud and he closed his lips over the areola to kiss it. The stickiness between my legs was becoming unbearable. I desperately needed to lie with him.

I watched
curiously as he reverently kissed and sucked my nipple, before elatedly burying himself in my bosom. He moved back to my mouth and tore away at my lips so much I could hardly breathe. We were completely lost in ecstasy – all pain and suffering flying out of the window.

‘I want you, Ryken,’ I growled, digging my nails in his biceps.

He stood with me in his arms and I saw his eyes dart around and settle on a surface he could have me on. The long coffee table.

Everything was swept away, cups went flying and smashing, bowls clanged on the wood floor. I was laid down and while he knelt, I untied my sweat pants and he urgently pulled them down, throwing those and my panties behind him. Before I
knew it, his arms wrapped themselves around my naked thighs.

‘Oh, Ryken,’ I cried while he gazed down at the sight laid before him.

The anticipation was wretched. I needed his touch to eradicate all the pain. Our union was the only thing going to save us; it didn’t matter if the cost of us being together proved too much. I wasn’t given much longer to fear the strength of our connection because his tongue reached inside me and I moaned.

I
looked up at him and saw his eyes were black with fervor. My knees fell to widen my hips, willing him to take as much as he could. I reached for his hands and he grasped mine, our fingers twining and settling in the hollows of my hips. I settled my feet on his shoulders and arched into his mouth.

I felt as though I
were undergoing a transformation from mere mortal to heightened being of paradisiacal knowledge. He made love to me with his tongue alone and I shivered on the edge of ecstasy. I watched as he silently lapped my essence into his mouth, listening to my mewls and cries to determine my level of pleasure.

He determined to bring me
to climax, expertly rubbing his tongue against my clit. I couldn’t control myself and wrapped my legs behind his head. ‘Don’t stop Ryken. Don’t stop. Oh god-d.’

He relished my pleasure, his slow movement prolonging my excitement. I
was desperately conflicted and tried to encourage rapidity but he held back, wanting to give me as much enjoyment as possible. I looked at him and the sight of his black hair between my legs sent a quiver through me, so strong, I could barely contain myself. I was delirious, crying out, ‘I love you Ryken. I love you so much, it hurts.’

‘I love you, angel,’ he replied.

Those words, from him, were the most arousing catalyst and my breathing became ragged. He growled and our hands separated so he could let loose. I tugged on his hair to push his face into my wet crevice while two of his fingers scissored inside me and rubbed my G-spot. His tongue swept over my nubbin with slow, precise strokes, just enough to keep me on the edge.

‘Don’t stop, please do
n’t stop. Please. Oh god!’

My
whole being was alighted by the spark between us and my centre was suspended in exquisite, existential rigidity by his continuous contact. I was gasping, my lungs struggled, my heart rate and pulse were erratic. I needed to hurl myself over the edge and so I grabbed my breasts, lifting my pelvis up off the coffee table into his face. I pulled my nipples and his eyes stared down on me with pure, animalistic lust. The nerves in my nipples connected with my clitoris and I started to orgasm, and he kept going.

I screamed and shrieked,
his chivalric perseverance producing a tantric response. My walls spasmed gently to begin with; flickering pulses gripped his fingers inside me. Yet his tongue did not stop. That gentle wave was replaced by fierce, paralyzing contractions that made my hips ache and my belly squeeze tight around him. My whole body pulsated with intense euphoria; the warmth spreading from the pits of my womb to the ends of my fingers and toes. I came and he licked it all into his mouth, finishing with a gentle, tugging kiss of my clitoris. I saw stars.

When I remembered where I was and who I was with, I
realized my limbs were carelessly hanging off the cold plastic surface. I was completely exhausted and he was content in kissing my inner thighs, nuzzling and seeking.

I
peered at the mischievous look on his face. ‘I didn’t think it could get any better, but it just did…’

His mouth spread into a devastating smile
. ‘We’re not done yet, beautiful.’

He pulled my
weary body up and kissed my stomach, licking my navel. His mouth started to explore the rest and I trembled, still sensitive from his previous endeavors.

‘Stand up, darling
,’ I teased.

He stood
immediately, anxiously standing in front of me with his body towering over mine. In his jeans, his hips were slim and sculpted in comparison to his mountainous shoulders and chest. I held my arms around him and licked between his abs, commanding, ‘Drop them.’

He did as he was told
– this warrior sent to protect and serve me – and I watched intently while he undid his button and slid down his fly. He was wearing black boxer briefs and the tip of his manhood popped out, sending my need for him rocketing through me yet again. While he kicked his jeans and boxers away, I eyed his magnificent figure with rapture.