Page 29 of A Raven Reborn

“Please, Patrick.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. He crushed his mouth to hers, once more. They became a frenzy of dueling tongues and roving hands. His fingers played her body like a harp, sending sensuous vibrations all the way to her toes.

As his tongue snaked a searing path down her neck, he slowly laid her back onto the bed, meandering his way across her collar bone before taking her other nipple into his fiery mouth. He suckled hungrily before flicking the sensitive tip, making her writhe, each caress moving her ever closer to the release she now knew would come.

The wetness left by his mouth grew icy in the open air and his kisses continued down her belly. His tongue drew a circle around her navel before… where was his mouth headed? Without warning, he pushed her legs open wide and delved between them.

She meant to say no, or stop, or what are you doing, but what actually came out was a loud moan. She stuffed her fist into her mouth, shame filling her despite the overwhelming pleasure. Rosalyn had thought riding his leg had been incredible, but it was nothing compared to this. Burgeoning pleasure spread like wildfire through her body, growing in intensity with each graze of his tongue. Its ferocity was akin to pain, but so much more. The sensations climbed like steps, up and up and up, until finally, the pleasure crested and crashed over her. She bit down on her fist stopping herself from crying out as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her thrashing body.

Patrick slowed his rhythm, and as she calmed, he stood and leaned over. She felt his hard shaft at her entrance, but he didn’t push inside.

“Are you sure you want this?” His voice was hoarse.

How could she possibly deny him?

Rosalyn nodded, giving as confident a smile as she could muster. As he shifted between her legs, she closed her eyes and steeled herself for the coming pain. But as he slid himself slowly into her, there wasn’t any. Perhaps a bit of discomfort, but as he gently rocked in and out of her, it began to ease, and its void was quickly filled by a growing pleasure.

Surely she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but as his tempo increased, so too did her pleasure. Soon, he was pounding into her body and once again, it took everything she possessed not to cry out as another eruption of pleasure blazed through her. She managed to stay silent, but her body convulsed around him.

Patrick, on the other hand, roared as he slammed into her body, throwing back his head, and warmth suddenly filled her. He collapsed on top of her, his heaving chest like an inferno against hers.

He pushed himself off of her and helped her up to the top of the bed. Her mind in a daze, she hardly noticed as he removed her shoes and stockings before climbing in beside her and covering them with the warm covers. Patrick’s eyes searched her face.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Rosalyn shook her head. “But surely you knew that already.” Her cheeks warmed remembering how her body had trembled and writhed against him. She wasn’t going to ruin this moment. Instead, she turned on her other side and scooted back against his warmth. He held her tenderly, and soon, she drifted off.

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As Rosie’s body relaxed in his arms and her breathing became even, Patrick’s mind swung like a pendulum between satisfaction and guilt. Something wasn’t quite right.

He turned onto his back, her head still resting on his arm. Letting out a long sigh, exhaustion eventually overtook him, and he slipped into darkness.

When he woke a few hours later, it was to the soft tickling sensation of fingertips brushing across his abdomen. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight that filtered through the window as she peered up at him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just…” her voice trailed off, and even though he couldn’t see it in the dark, Patrick was sure she was blushing. Perhaps all of this was newer to her than he’d first assumed.

“By all means, don’t stop just because I’m awake.” She smiled and her gaze shifted back to her fingers. It took all of his control not to twitch as she skimmed her fingers over his belly. He’d never thought himself ticklish before. He breathed a sigh of relief when she reached his chest, her fingers swirling lightly in the hair. But then she ventured to one side, tentatively circling his nipple and forcing a groan from him.

Rosie looked up at him, apparently startled. Her eyes seemed to be seeking his permission. Patrick smiled and nodded once. She immediately continued her exploration, tracing first one nipple, and then the other.

She paused for a moment, but then lifted her head, and gently touched the tip of her tongue to his nipple. She flicked it lightly before engulfing it with the heat of her mouth and suckling. Pleasure jolted through his body, and he groaned once more. Closing his eyes, he grew hard beneath the blankets as she continued her ministrations. While keeping her mouth locked on the one nearest her, she flicked her fingers over the other nipple. It was too much.

Patrick wrapped his arm beneath hers and pulled her up so he could have her mouth on his own. She gasped, but quickly joined him in the kiss. Her tongue tangled with his without hesitation, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

He needed to taste her nipples. She whimpered as he pulled his lips away from hers, but he pushed the blanket down and drew her nipple into his mouth.

She gasped his name and gripped his hair tightly in her fists. Her nipple was firm and swollen when he let it go. He flicked it roughly with the tip of his tongue, her body shuddering with each pass. He needed more. Grabbing the back of her knee, he pushed his leg between hers. Her searing heat nearly burned his thigh, and as he took her other nipple into his mouth, she rocked against him, wetness sliding against his skin.

He needed to be inside her, or he was going to spill right there on the bed. Rising over the top of her, he pushed himself home. But once again, she turned her head away from him, closing her eyes and biting down on her bottom lip. What was happening?

It was the only thought he could manage on the subject, because at that moment, she contracted around him, sending him toppling over the edge. His own orgasm ripped through him and he slammed into her with no regard for anything else. He was lost in the oblivion of pleasure.

When his heartbeat and breathing slowly returned to normal and the fog began to dissipate from his brain, he forced himself away from her and climbed out of bed.

“Patrick? Is something wrong?”

Yes, something was definitely wrong, and he needed to know what it was. Without a word, he donned his robe and fetched hers as well. He needed answers. He held out his hand to help her from the bed, but she didn’t move. Rather than pressing her, he simply placed the robe on the bed and walked across to light the lamps. He would need to see her face. When he returned, she stood beside the bed, wrapped in her robe, her brow furrowed.

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