Her feet could kick uselessly at the mattress behind him, her thick legs flailing weakly, but the rest of her body was completely pinned.
Trapped.
Raven reached back with one hand and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under her head to angle her face up toward him at a better angle.
To give him better access to her mouth.
"Suck it, dear," he said, his voice commanding but somehow also gentle.
Like he was asking her to do something simple and natural instead of degrading.
Hana's entire body flinched at the command, at the casual endearment.
'Dear'.
Fresh tears streamed down her temples, running into her hairline.
She looked up at him from this position—backlit by the dim lamp, his features cast in shadow except for those intense dark eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness.
He looked almost demonic.
A beautiful devil sent specifically to claim her soul. To drag her down into depravity and sin and everything she'd tried so hard to resist her entire life.
