Page 25 of A Raven Reformed

Excitement fluttered in her stomach. Where to start? His lips called to her, so why not there? She traced the bow shape of the top one, and along the bottom, jumping when he playfully bit her finger with a snarl. “You beast,” she said with a laugh.

“But you love it when I’m a beast,” he purred, reaching down and giving her backside a swat.

That was all it took for warmth to blossom between her thighs. “I do, but this is supposed to be my turn.”

“Fair enough,” he said, putting his hand back out to the side.

She placed her mouth over his nipple and suckled, just as he had done to her. His hand gripped her pillow.

“You do mean to torture me, don’t you, my lady?”

She smiled against his skin. Moving on, she trailed kisses down his stomach, and pulled the blanket lower, until she finally uncovered what she was most curious about. There wasn’t enough light to see it properly, but there was no question he was already aroused. She ran her fingertip along the hard length, before wrapping her hand gently around. A tight groan issued from Michael’s lips.

“Does it hurt?”

He shook his head. “No. It feels incredible. So incredible that it melts my control and makes me want to flip you on your back and take you hard and fast.”

Heat and wetness rushed to her core. She liked the sound of that. She squeezed him gently and moved her hand up and down. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, just as he’d said he would. He wedged his knee between her thighs, and she eagerly opened for him.

“Mmmm. Good girl.” His deep rumbling voice sent desire racing through her almost as much as his tongue as it flicked over her nipple.

He probed her entrance gently with one finger. “Are you sore? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“A little,” she admitted. “But I want you anyway. Just the way you described.” Her stomach fluttered as she heard the words again in her head.Hard and fast.

He smiled and took her other nipple into his mouth. They were extra sensitive after so much attention and she arched her back.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so how about a compromise?”

She already wanted him so much, she’d take it any way he would give it.

“We’ll start out slow.” He pushed in with two fingers and she gasped. It was a little tender, but the pleasure was already so intense she didn’t care. “And then,” he said, increasing the speed of his pumping fingers. “As long as you’re enjoying it,” the movements became more rapid, and heat was spreading throughout her whole body, “we’ll move to hard and fast.”

“I want it hard and fast now.”

Before she realized what was happening, his fingers were gone, and he plunged into her. His gaze bored into hers. “Still ready for it?” His voice was rough with need.

“Yes.” She nodded, more desperate than ever.

He pulled out and slammed into her again, his eyes still checking in with her. She nodded her assurance. “Faster,” she panted. She was already so close.

He grabbed her legs and pushed them upwards, placing her ankles on his shoulders. The position allowed him even deeper inside of her. Sparks of pleasure streaked through her with each plunge, his body pounding against hers. With each jolt, her nipples rubbed against her own legs, overwhelming her with sensation, as she hurtled toward the cliff she knew was coming.

She cried out as she tumbled into the pleasurable abyss, and with a loud groan, he followed, spilling his seed deep inside her. For a long moment, neither of them moved, apart from breathing heavily. Slowly, he lowered her legs back down to the bed and leaned down to kiss her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, still trying to catch his breath.

She rolled her eyes. “You just want me to compliment you on how skilled a lover you are.”

He chuckled. “You, my darling wife, are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.”

He rolled onto his side of the bed, pulling her back into his embrace and she laid her head on his shoulder. She would never, ever tire of this.

They lay in silence for a long while before he eventually spoke. “Before we get out of bed and go down to join the others, I want you to tell me what happened yesterday in the ballroom. I’ve never known you to be discourteous. At least, not to anyone other than me.” He winked and she slapped his chest playfully.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. It seemed silly now. She’d basically just been feeling sorry for herself.

“Belle.” His voice was a warning.

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