Page 30 of A Raven Revived

His deep chuckle reverberated against her neck as he leaned in close to her ear. “I’m touching you.” She watched as he traced his finger over the top of her other breast. He stopped a hair’s breadth from her nipple and her breathing stilled, as if on the edge of a precipice. She waited, but he didn’t move. Then he just pulled his finger away from her.

“Fitz,” she whined, and he chuckled again. But then suddenly, her nipple was inside his fiery mouth, and she cried out. A burst of sensation pulsed through her entire body, but he didn’t stop. He suckled and lapped and licked and teased. Her body writhed and squirmed beneath him as she gasped for breath. The need grew so insistent between her legs, she reached down to touch herself, heedless of any embarrassment she should feel. She simply had to ease the ache that was growing there.

He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the floor at her sides. He shook his head slowly. “No you don’t. Tonight, you’ll get your pleasure from me.”

She stared into his eyes, panting. “Please, Fitz.”

That bloody grin was back. “Patience, love.”

“I don’t want to be patient.”

He laughed before drawing her other nipple into his mouth. This was surely torture. A delicious kind of torture but torture all the same. The heat of his mouth was replaced by a cooling sensation as he blew over the wet peak. She breathed in sharply. How much more of this could she take?

He began a path of slow, languid kisses down her stomach, over her hip, and down her left thigh. Her leg jerked as his teeth grazed lightly over her knee.

“Ticklish?” He swirled his tongue around her knee, and she squealed.

He moved to the other leg, pressing hot kisses along the inside, slowly making his way toward the juncture of her thighs. Please just let him touch her there.

“Spread your legs.”

She didn’t hesitate to follow the growled command.

“Wider,” he said, his kisses growing ever nearer to her throbbing core. Was he going to kiss her there?

In answer to her silent question, he dragged the tip of his tongue along her most sensitive flesh, forcing a long moan from her.

“My God, Fitz.” Her whole body shuddered with pleasure.

His hot breaths fanned across her skin as his tongue gently teased her. She never could have imagined sensations so delicious.

His voice hummed between her thighs, as if tasting her was an indulgence.

Her body began to tremble and shake as her pleasure climbed ever higher. He continued with his slow, gentle strokes, his rhythm never faltering, as she panted and whimpered.

The pleasure grew so powerful it was almost painful, before it finally exploded. It rushed through her body like water flooding over a dam. A torrent of sound escaped her, no words, she couldn’t manage words. Just moans that bordered on screams.

He clamped his arms around her thighs to hold her writhing body in place while he continued his ministrations, forcing her to endure every last wave of exquisite sensation. For a long moment after he stopped, she held her breath and didn’t move, aside from sporadic little twitches. Slowly, she released it, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

He lowered her legs to the floor and placed gentle kisses along her hip and stomach before settling himself beside her.

“Are you still mad I didn’t let you do it yourself?”

Incapable of words, she turned her head to the side and stuck out her tongue. His laugh was rich and deep, and it warmed her like no blanket ever could. She turned on her side and placed her hand over the bulge in his pajamas.

“What about you? Did you…?”

He shook his head. “The next time I find my pleasure, it will be inside your body.”

She nodded. “Just tell me what to do.”

He cupped a warm hand around her cheek and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Not tonight, love. We’re not married yet.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Who are you trying to protect my virtue for? Yourself?”

“Well, that may be true, but also, the first time will likely be a bit uncomfortable for you.”

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