Page 13 of A Raven Revived

“That’s where you’re wrong, Fitz. I am in the perfect state of mind to be making these decisions.” She reached around and started loosening the laces of her corset, and it quickly made its way to the floor to join the growing pile.

Her hard nipples called to him through the thin fabric of her chemise. He swallowed down the overwhelming need to taste them. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“Daisy, please. I’m liable to lose all control if you don’t stop.”

She shrugged. “I never asked you to control yourself.”

He turned his back in a final effort to be decent. The bed creaked softly behind him as she climbed onto the mattress. There was a bit of rustling, and then a moan.

He whipped around and groaned at the sight. She sat at the top of the bed, her bent legs spread, pulling the fabric of her split drawers wide open, and her hand moving between them. Try as he might, he could not tear his eyes away from her. He was transfixed by what she was doing. Her pink, velvety skin glistened as her fingers slid slowly up and down along it.

“When did you—” He swallowed. “How did you learn to?—”

Her breathing was growing heavy and the smile on her lips was that of a siren. “I had to.” A breathy sigh escaped her lips as she continued to rub herself. “You had shown me something wondrous, and then you were gone. Mmmmm,” she groaned. “It’s not as good as when you did it, but it still feels—” Her breathing hitched, and she sucked her lip between her teeth. “Being able to look at you seems to make it better, though.”

His hand rubbed over the throbbing bulge in his trousers. How was this happening?

“Fitz, you’re so beautiful.” Her other hand came up to cradle her breast through her chemise, before rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb.

He stroked himself through the fabric again. Jesus. He was going to spill in his trousers. There was no question about it. Need like he’d never known burned through him, and he rubbed more firmly as he took a step nearer.

But he couldn’t have her.

She watched him, her eyes fixed on his hand as he moved it over his length. Her breathing grew ragged and labored, her fingers increasing their fervor but keeping a steady rhythm as she stroked over her swollen flesh.

“Fitz!” She was panting and could only manage one word at a time. “Yes! Oh, Yes!” Finally, she arched her back as pleasure erupted through her with a long moan, followed by another, and another.

Bloody hell! With a roar, he dropped to his knees. His own climax ripped through his body. How was that even possible? He still had his trousers on for God’s sake. When he eventually managed to get his breathing under control and stopped writhing on his hands and knees, he pushed himself up.

A look of awe lit Daisy’s face.

“Was that like what happened to me?” she asked, reminding him of how innocent she actually was.

He chuckled at her guilelessness and nodded. The smile that grew on her lips was almost smug with the delight of her sudden understanding of the power she could wield over him.

“What am I going to do with you, Daisy?”

She shrugged, but then her smile began to fade, and her eyelids drooped. Between being sated and far too drunk, she was about to fall fast asleep.

He got to his feet and helped her to crawl beneath the covers.

“Goodnight, Fitz.” She barely got the words out before she dropped into a deep sleep. He tucked some of her stray hair behind her ear.

“Goodnight, Daisy.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Whatwashe going to do with her? He shook his head. Pink stained her cheeks, no doubt brought on by a combination of the wine and her lascivious but incredible activities. Pulling himself together, he turned away from her.

As much as he was dreading the inevitable consequences, he needed to let Ash know she was safe. He got himself cleaned up and then penned a quick note.

Ash,

Daisy is safe with me at the inn. I will see her home when it’s light; unharmed and untouched.

You have my word.

Fitz

Technically it was true. He hadn’t touched her. By some miracle. But dear God, watching her touch herself had transported him to a place of need and ecstasy he’d never experienced.

He folded the note and sealed it, then hurried outside to find someone to deliver it.

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