Page 24 of A Raven Reformed

“Am I moving too quickly?”

She shook her head. “Not quickly enough.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed both breasts, massaging them gently, her nipples growing firm in his palms. Her needy groan sent vibrations through his lips as he feasted on her neck. Suddenly, he needed her skin against his more than he needed to draw breath, but he still had all of his bloody clothes on. Quickly, he dispensed with everything from the waist up, dropping it all into a pile on the floor. She stepped into his arms as he wrapped them around her, crushing her against him. Feeling her luscious breasts pressed against him was incredible and made him desperate for more. His hands wandered restlessly over every inch of skin they could reach, squeezing the globes of her backside. Just as eager, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tight.

His control was slipping. He needed to move things along, but his trousers weren’t coming off until he was certain she was ready. One extra barrier in case his control completely failed him. She gasped as he picked her up and then deposited her on the bed.

He immediately took her nipple into his mouth. A startled groan burst from her mouth. Her fingers gripped painfully into his shoulders as he teased the hardened peak with his tongue. Leaving the nipple, he traced a meandering path over her collarbone, up the length of her throat, and eventually delved deep into her mouth. She was unbearably delicious. Slowly, he laid her back and settled himself beside her, taking the other nipple into his mouth.

“Michael,” she panted. “I need more.”

“Then open up for me, love.” He nudged her thighs and she instantly spread them wide.

She bucked against his fingers as he slid them gently along both sides of her engorged clitoris. He sucked in a breath. “You’re so wet.”

Her answering laugh was breathless. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Oh, it’s a good thing. It means I can do this.” Slowly, he slid one finger inside her. Her entire body trembled and her breathing hitched. How could this be both heaven and hell simultaneously? His thumb continued rubbing the outside while he slipped a second finger in. She was tight, but so hot and ready. He suckled and lapped at her nipple, his fingers sliding slowly in and out, allowing her body to grow comfortable with the new sensations. Her breathing continued to escalate, panting and moaning. She was getting close already.

“Michael, please. I need you inside of me tonight.”

There it was. His lips turned up in a slow smile. The begging he’d promised she’d do before he finally took her.

He looked into her eyes. “Are you sure, Belle?”

“Yes!” she said impatiently. “Now! Please, Michael!”

He didn’t need telling twice. He shed his remaining clothes and nestled himself between her thighs. The slightest bit of nervousness settled over Belle’s features as his tip nudged at her entrance. That wouldn’t do. He drew one nipple into his mouth and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, her back arching in response.

“Michael!” She wrapped her legs around his waist. The nervous glint had vanished. Slowly, he pushed inside her searing heat, as his tongue claimed her mouth. He felt the moment her body tensed in pain, and he froze.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly. She nodded but for a long moment, he didn’t move. Gradually, her body began to ease as it grew accustomed to his presence. He reached a hand down between them to fan the embers of her pleasure back into flame. It wasn’t long before she pulled him in with her legs again, asking for more, and soon, he was buried fully within her.

Slowly, he began to move. Just small strokes at first, so she could grow used to him. He’d never felt anything so exquisite. It was going to take everything in him to hold off until she reached her pleasure, but he would make it happen somehow. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before her moans began to accelerate.

“I need more, Michael,” she called out. He moved faster, so close, himself.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she started panting random words acknowledging her pleasure. “Yes. Michael. Please. Oh God!” Each one pushed him closer to the edge. She was incredible.

Finally, she reached her peak and cried out. As her body contracted around him, he careened over the cliff with her. The intensity of his climax stunned him. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over him. Completely out of breath, his arms shook with fatigue as he held himself over her. Her eyes had glazed over in a state of euphoria, and she held her breath from the shock. He smiled. That was the look he would strive to achieve each time they made love.

He pressed a kiss to her lips and then collapsed beside her, taking her hand in his. Sated was not remotely strong enough a word to describe how he felt. How was she his wife? This wonderful, passionate woman?

“Are you alright, Belle?”

She giggled, sounding slightly intoxicated, but didn’t actually speak. He would take that as a yes.

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Before Belle even opened her eyes, she was in heaven. The ache between her thighs reminded her of all the wonderful things Michael had done to her, and his sweet, musky aroma filled her nostrils as she breathed in. She’d never slept so deeply. Somehow Michael had even managed to get her under the blankets without waking her. His arm was wrapped tightly around her, his warm skin pressed along the length of her body. Predawn light trickled in around the curtains, highlighting the edges of his features. His breathing was deep and even as she watched him sleep. She hadn’t had a chance to explore his body much. Perhaps now was her chance.

She lowered the blanket to his navel, and brushed her palm over his smooth stomach and up to his chest that was covered with a light sprinkle of honey colored hair. His skin was so warm. Were his nipples sensitive like hers? She touched a fingertip to the one nearest her. No response. Perhaps with her mouth? She flicked it once with the tip of her tongue. Michael sucked in a breath but didn’t move or ask her to stop. She flicked it three more times, and he groaned and opened his eyes, a devilish look on his face as he looked down at her.

“Ready for more, are you?”

“Well, I was hoping I might have a chance to…” She wasn’t sure how to phrase what she wanted.

He kissed the top of her head and nodded, spreading his arms wide. “My body is yours to do with as you please.”

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