Page 35 of A Raven Returns

“So, I suppose the least I can do on our last night here is see that you’re thoroughly sated.” A decadent vow flashed in his eyes and warmth pooled in her stomach as desire streaked through her. He got up from the bench and offered her a hand, but he didn’t escort her from the room as she’d expected him to. Reclaiming her lips, he crushed her to him, his tongue sending rivers of desire racing through her as it plunged inside her mouth. She whimpered, overwhelmed with need as his hands roved over her back.

He wrapped them around her bottom, and surprised a squeak from her when he lifted her onto the piano. The shock of the cold surface through her robe, was quickly tempered by the heat that raged through her body. He took her mouth with a savage intensity, and she returned what he offered with reckless abandon. He stepped between her legs as she spread them wantonly. His strong hands gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the piano. Her robe had parted, leaving the fabric of his trousers as the only barrier separating the bulge within, and the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Was he going to take her? To press himself inside of her? Why did a part of her long for that with Ash? Long to be connected to him, to have his body inside hers?

He reached between them and untied the sash before pulling the fabric of her robe open. Holding her in place with his steadying hands on her thighs, he took a step back and allowed his gaze to sweep over her body. She’d never been so vulnerably naked before, her legs spread wide for his eyes to devour every inch of her. And they did. She wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed because what she saw in his eyes as they scoured her, was sheer awe.

“My God, Gwen. You are staggeringly beautiful.” His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and his breath was shaky.

She’d never thought of herself as beautiful. She had a rounded belly and thighs that were short and stout like the rest of her. But she didn’t doubt his sincerity. His reaction left no doubt that he, at least, found her to be to his liking.

He groaned softly as his tongue seared along her collarbone, as if he’d been dying to taste her. His clear desire had wetness already pooling between her thighs, and he had hardly touched her yet. Goosebumps rose on her skin as his tongue glided up her neck and he nibbled gently on her earlobe.

His hand skimmed over her ribs before her breast was settled in his warm palm. She groaned, her needy nipple swelling against him, demanding his attention. It had felt good through her nightgown, but having her skin against his with no barrier was incredible. He nipped kisses down her throat as he gently massaged her breast.

“How do you make me feel so good?” she murmured as his mouth feathered kisses across her chest. His lips turned up with an evocative hum.

“I’m just getting started.”

He swooped down and drew her other nipple into his fiery mouth. Sensations shot through her body and she nearly bucked herself right off of the piano. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed himself more firmly between her legs.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall, Angel.” The term of endearment sent a whole other kind of joy rushing through her. It made her feel special and cherished.

Pleasure careened through her with each flick of his tongue, until she was squirming and rocking herself shamelessly against his swollen manhood. He gripped her thighs firmly and took a step back, his eyes suddenly boring into hers.

“Don’t you dare to find your own pleasure. That’s my job tonight.” He plundered her mouth until she was breathless with need. Suddenly, his lips abandoned hers but they quickly wrapped themselves around her nipple. She gripped his hair, her body wriggling, desperately seeking out his touch. A powerful ache grew between her thighs.

Slowly, he laid her back onto the piano, his tongue searing a path between her breasts and down her stomach.

“Please, Ash.” If he didn’t touch her soon, surely she would burst with longing.

“As you wish, Angel.” He pressed her thighs open wide and ducked his head. The tip of his tongue slid along her most sensitive flesh, from her entrance, all the way to the top of her sex.

Pleasure exploded and she slammed her hands against the hard surface of the piano, a loud crack echoing through the room. She braced herself, as if the paroxysm would somehow make her fall off. His resulting chuckle feathered over her delicate flesh. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined something so glorious. He lapped at her, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She writhed and jerked as his expert touch pushed her to higher levels of ecstasy. Pleasure continued to build, throbbing through her body, making her legs shake and her hips buck wildly against his mouth.

His hands slid beneath her bottom, holding firmly to keep her still as he feasted.

“My God, you taste incredible.” He lifted his head just long enough to utter the words before returning to his magical ministrations.

Hearing him speak of her that way made her heart race and sent her pleasure spiraling out of control.

She moaned his name.

His tongue continued in a rhythm that matched her pulse, driving the pleasurable sensations higher and higher. Desperate for release, she sank one hand into his hair, pulling him more tightly against her. The other hand tried to grip the smooth surface of the piano to steady herself. Just when she couldn’t take any more, a cataclysm of pleasure erupted through her, transporting her to some kind of euphoric paradise.

She called out, incapable of words, only desperate sounds escaped her. Wave after wave of pleasure hurtled through her body. Ash didn’t stop his sweet torture until her body finally began to calm.

“Mmmmm.” His voice purred against her skin as he pressed soft kisses to her inner thigh. Slowly he stood and smiled down at her. He took one more long look at her body before he closed the sides of her robe and tied the sash at her waist. Stepping around to the side, he slid one arm under her knees and the other under her back, scooping her off of the piano.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her from the room and up the stairs. Her body was limp and languid, soft pulses of pleasure still flickering through her.

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Climbing the stairs without his cane was painful, but Ash would happily endure it any time if it meant having Gwen’s sated body in his arms. Nothing would ever compare to the wondrous experience of her coming undone on his piano while he devoured her luscious sex.

He carried her through the door to his bedroom and closed it with his hip. Lowering himself into one of the chairs, he settled her in his lap.

“Are you alright, Angel?”

She groaned softly. That must mean yes. After a few more minutes of silence, she sat up and let out a long sigh. She furrowed her brow and wiggled her bottom slightly. He was still achingly hard.

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