Page 39 of A Raven Returns

“Slow down, Angel.”

She whined when he removed his fingers from between her legs. He pulled the blankets back and climbed underneath, patting the bed beside him. “Don’t worry,” he said as she slid in next to him. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

He drew her nipple into his mouth. Never would he tire of the way she writhed with need from that simple act. He slipped his fingers between her legs, once more, and she groaned appreciatively. Slowly, he moved down to her entrance.

“May I?” He looked into her eyes and waited for her nod before he gently pressed a finger inside. She was so wet, so ready for him. He added a second finger and she groaned. An exquisite thrill filled his body, feeling her soft walls squeezing him.

Pushing himself up, he moved and settled himself between her legs, his tip nudging against her entrance. “Are you still sure?” he asked one last time.

“Ash! I’m desperate for it. Please.”

“Thank God, because I am too.” He was rewarded with a smile that conveyed so much happiness, but also something that looked like pride. It felt ridiculous that she would be proud of him for wanting this, and yet, he needed her to be.

Gently, he pressed himself into her body. My God, it was incredible. A look of shock came over her face. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this, that it could be pleasurable.”

“It only gets better from here,” he said as he pulled out and plunged into her again. Jesus. How could anything feel so wondrous? After fourteen years of celibacy, this wasn’t going to last long, but he was determined to hold out long enough to get her to the promised land, or die trying.

He crushed his lips to hers in a demanding kiss. Her moans filled his mouth as her pleasure grew. The amorous sounds made his own passions burn even hotter.

She was wonderfully expressive, panting needy groans with her burgeoning pleasure. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Oh, God. Ash.”

Her encouraging words and sounds made it nearly impossible for him to hold on. His own pleasure on a razor’s edge.

“That’s it, Angel. Come for me.”

Her eyes grew wide and she nodded frenziedly, somehow understanding words that must be foreign to her. Her voice escalated and then she shouted to the heavens. She writhed beneath him, her body contracting around him. He carried her through her pleasure as long as he could manage before he had to wrench himself out of her. A feral roar ripped from deep inside him as his own climax claimed him. Violent spasms tore through him, his seed spilling over her thigh. His arms shook, barely able to hold his weight. When the spasms finally eased, he collapsed beside her.

He allowed himself a moment to recover, but he needed to get her cleaned up. With a herculean effort, he threw the blankets back and climbed off the bed.

“Wait,” she called after him. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving, Angel.” He bent down and kissed her softly. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked to his dressing room and quickly wet a cloth. “I’m sorry it’s cold.”

She gasped quietly as he placed the damp cloth on her thigh. He gently cleaned the mess from her skin, and then wiped the cloth lightly between her legs, for good measure. “There. All clean.”

He deposited it in his dressing room before climbing back into the warm bed. He pulled her tightly against him, her bottom nestled against his groin. He draped one arm over her, settling his palm over her breast. Her soft giggle warmed his heart.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.” Her voice was hoarse, and the knowledge that he’d brought her the pleasure that caused it to be that way, stroked his ridiculous ego.

“And me.” He was still out of breath.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, you know.” He could practically hear her eyes roll.

He bit her shoulder playfully. “Oh, I’m not lying, Gwen. I’ve never experienced anything so powerful in all my life.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten. “You, my angel, are incredible.”

How in God’s name was he going to give this up?

A long silence fell before she spoke again. “You know, you never did tell me about Trent.”

Ash chuckled. “I’m afraid I'm not capable of that many words just now. Why don’t we save that conversation for tomorrow’s train ride?”

“Fair enough.” She snuggled herself more tightly against him, placing her own hand over the one that covered her breast.

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