Page 53 of A Raven Reformed

She groaned quietly. “Perhaps you should check the other side as well.”

Michael chuckled softly against her skin and happily obliged. God, she was delectable. Her skin was smooth and soft beneath his lips. After covering both sides of her bottom with countless kisses, he slid his tongue along her hip, slowly turning her body until her breasts were within striking distance for him. Squeezing her bottom in both hands, he pulled her closer, drawing her hardened nipple deep into his mouth. One day, he would taste every inch of her, but it was hard not to get distracted or carried away. Her hands gripped the back of his head, holding him tightly in place, her body jerking with each flick of his tongue. Her fingers fluttered down and clumsily tried to open his trousers.

“Please, Michael. I want you inside of me.” Her voice was shaking with need.

“I won’t argue with that.” He moved her hands while he hastily opened his trousers, then lifted his hips and she yanked them down to bunch at his ankles. Without a moment’s hesitation she climbed on his lap. He gripped her lush bottom as she slowly lowered herself down onto him with an approving moan.

Michael opened his mouth, and with a delighted smile, she offered up her breast for him to feast upon. He greedily suckled as she rode him.

“Now I want to see you do it.” He said, his breaths growing more rapid with each stroke of her body around his.

“Do what?”

“Tease these eager nipples.” He flicked one with his tongue.

When she didn’t immediately comply, he slapped her backside. “You’d better do as you’re told, little miss.”

One hand wrapped around her breast, massaging roughly. “Yes, my lord.”

Good God, that nearly sent him over the edge. He thrust his hips up to meet her and she rode him hard as she flicked first one nipple and then both, with her fingertips. Watching her bring herself pleasure was intoxicating, and his own pleasure roared through him.

“Yes, Michael. Yes.” She chanted the words as she hurtled toward her climax. Her whole body began to shake. The pressure of his own impending release climbed, and he closed his eyes, holding himself off for just a few moments longer. She was so close now. Finally, she threw her head back in ecstasy as her pleasure surged. He let himself go and joined her in paradise as her body contracted around him, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from him.

She collapsed against him, their chests moving in synchrony as they fought to catch their breath.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and patted her bottom. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

“Mmm, perhaps.” She trailed her fingertip along his jawline to his lips where he licked it before kissing it lightly. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t still owe me a repeat of the magical things you did yesterday.”

“Oh, there will be many repeats of that, love.”

“Good, but next time, I want you naked. No more of this.” She tugged lightly on his lapel, and he chuckled.

“Done.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against him. “Unfortunately, we can’t spend all day in bed, or I’d repeat it right now. Well, after a few minutes to recover, anyway.”

“Who says we can’t stay in bed all day?”

“I was hoping we could return to London with the others, but if you’d rather we stay here…”

She pushed herself upright, a radiant smile on her face. “Really? You’re going to take me with you?”

“I thought we might give it a trial run for a bit and see how you like living there. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please!”

Her eager happiness warmed his heart. “Get up and get dressed. I need your input on some decisions, and I definitely can’t have that conversation while you’re naked.”

ChapterSixteen

Belle made her way down to Michael’s study. He had said he wanted her input on some decisions. It sounded like such a silly little thing, but it made her heart sing that he was interested in her opinions.

Michael sat behind his large, mahogany desk, sipping on a glass of barley water. She glimpsed movement out of the corner of her eye as she walked into the room and turned, expecting to see Ash or Patrick, but it wasn’t.

“Isaac!” She flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. His loud hiss reminded her that he was injured. How could she have forgotten, especially with a black eye as an obvious reminder?

She let him go and quickly took a step back. “Oh, no, I’m sorry!”

Belle looked back at Michael. He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I know, Belle. But to be fair, he did shoot me.”

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