Page 67 of A Raven Reborn

She stepped back from him and he forced his lust to quiet down. This time was going to be different than the others had been. In fact, he was moving far too quickly.

“Before we go any further, I need to understand what happened the other times we made love.”

Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Well, every time we’ve been intimate, you've been enthusiastic about it right up until I am about to enter your body, and then you shut down. Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shook her head and reached a hand up to caress his cheek. “You’ve never hurt me, Patrick.”

“Did I frighten you, then?”

She shook her head.

“Did it remind you of the things that happened in your past?”

Her hand dropped and she shrugged. “A little perhaps. At least, that’s what happened the first time, in your office.” She sighed and he waited for her to explain further. “But not the other times… it feels so good, and surely that can’t be right.”

“So when you closed your eyes and wouldn’t look at me, that was because it felt good, and you were embarrassed or ashamed?”

She nodded, her cheeks growing pink even now. Relief flooded him to know he hadn’t hurt her. Embarrassment they could deal with. He wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh Rosie. It’s supposed to feel good. I want you to enjoy it.”

“But are you sure I’m really supposed to feel so much need for it? So much pleasure? Isn’t it sinful for me to enjoy these things?”

Patrick shook his head and cupped a hand around her cheek. “Your pleasure is not something to be ashamed of, Rosie. It’s beautiful, and wonderful, and perfect, and it drives me mad with lust. I want to hear your moans and feel you quiver. I want you to ask for what you want and call out when it feels good.”

“But what about,” she nibbled nervously on her lower lip and looked down at her fidgeting hands. “What about…”

He urged her chin up with his finger. “What about when I’m inside of you?” he asked. She nodded quickly and tried to look away, but he held her and looked into her eyes.

“Especially then.” He kissed her softly and ran his tongue over her lip where she’d been nibbling. “I want you to cry out in ecstasy when I give you pleasure and I want you to take your satisfaction anyway, and every way, you want it.”

“Really?” She was still a little unsure.

Patrick nodded. “Really. And I want you to start now.” He wrapped his lips around her other nipple and drew it into his mouth. Rosie whimpered and looked down at him for reassurance. He pulled the chemise off over her head and then looked into her eyes as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. She whimpered more loudly this time, and he groaned his encouragement. He laved the hardened bud over and over until she was crying out, her hands gripped his hair holding him to her breast.

“Patrick, please!”

He carried her to the edge of the bed. He briefly suckled the nipple he’d been neglecting, but she was close, and begged him for more.

“Patrick, please. I need you.”

“I know, Rosie.” He quickly removed his clothes and climbed onto the bed. “Straddle me.” He was going to make sure this time was different so it hopefully wouldn’t stir up any memories from her past.

“What?” Her brows drew down in confusion.

“Do you trust me, Rosie?”

She nodded. “Always.”

“Then climb on top of me.”

Slowly she crawled to him, and he helped her to settle on top of him. Her wet heat slid along his hard length, and it was nearly his undoing. He helped to move her up so that his tip was nestled right at her entrance.

“I want you to take me inside of you only when you’re ready, and I want you to do it how it feels good to you.”

She didn't waste any time. She gently pushed herself down, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. After a moment, he gripped her hips and helped her to move back up again. “You can move however it feels good for you. Fast or slow, short strokes or long ones, you do whatever brings you pleasure.”

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