Page 64 of A Raven Revived

He went completely still, and her breathing stopped. She closed her eyes, waiting for his rejection.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

She wrapped her fingers around his arms and guided his hands up to her breasts. He dropped the cloth and gently held them in his palms, his manhood coming to life beneath her.

Thank God.

Hot, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulders made goosebumps rise on her skin. Gently, he brushed his fingertips over her nipple, sending exquisite flashes through her body. Without a thought, her hips rocked against him, and he purred against her neck.

Tears, borne simply of relief, trickled down her cheeks.

His hand skimmed over her stomach, and they groaned in unison as his fingers slipped between her thighs.

“Turn around, so I can taste your mouth,” he whispered urgently.

She got up, and as she straddled him, his hard length slid along her aching sex making her whole body shudder. He noticed her tears, but simply wiped them away without asking questions or demanding answers. One hand cradled the back of her head while he plundered her mouth, and the other squeezed her backside. She’d never needed him more than she did in that moment. As she rocked herself against him, he groaned into her mouth.

She pulled back from him. “Can I take you inside of me like this?”

“If that’s what you want. Yes. Absolutely.” His nod was eager and his eyes wide with anticipation.

She lifted herself up and reached between their bodies, wrapping her fingers gently around him. It was the first time she’d ever touched that part of his body, and she liked the firmness of it in her hand. He held her hips as she guided him to her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto him. It was tight, but not painful like it had been the first time. Her body stretched to accommodate him as he filled her. Feeling him fully inside her took her breath away. She needed this connection, more than he could possibly know.

“You are incredible, Daisy.” He leaned down and flicked his tongue across her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her hips bucked in response, and he smiled against her breast.

Slowly, his hands on her hips encouraged her to move up until he was mostly out of her, once more. He suckled her other nipple and in her desperate need, she dropped back down, sending him plunging into her body. A burst of sensation flared to life deep within her and she gasped. Soon, she was eagerly riding him, each plunge pushing her closer to the ecstasy she was so desperate for.

“My God,” he panted, his fingers squeezing her hips, coaxing her up and down. There was so much love in his eyes as he gazed into hers.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders to steady herself as she moved. She was so close now. She leaned into him so that her nipples could rub against his chest. Each repetition sent pleasure racing through her straight to where they were joined, pushing her closer and closer.

“Fitz.” She was gasping and moaning, desperate for release. Finally, it ripped through her. She threw her head back, slamming herself down on him over and over, as her body lost all sense of rhythm and control.

Fitz roared as he reached his own climax, gripping her hips and pulling her down firmly. Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck.

She had needed that so much. Had needed him to want her still. Had needed the physical and emotional connection she’d worried was lost forever.

“I think you might have to wash me again after that. I’m all sweaty.”

He chuckled breathlessly and held her tight. “Just as soon as I catch my breath.” He kissed the top of her shoulder.

Daisy could happily stay just like that forever, his arms wrapped tightly around her as his rapid breaths feathered over her skin.

Suddenly, she had a burning need to tell him what happened to her in that place. Perhaps because she felt so safe in his embrace. Perhaps because she now believed that he truly did still want her. Whatever the reason, she wanted him to know. She wanted to let it out.

“They had a bathtub filled with ice cold water. Every time I disobeyed, I was plunged into it and held there until I agreed to cooperate.” She swallowed. Fitz’s body stiffened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt her. Instead, he placed another comforting kiss on her shoulder, encouraging her to continue.

“When they would pull me out, the man in the white coat would instruct me to…” Why were those words so hard for her? “He would tell me to…” She couldn’t say it. She shook her head frustratedly. “They would pull off the wet gown and give me a towel to dry off with before putting a fresh gown over my head.” She felt the muscles of his jaw flexing against her shoulder.

“How many times?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know exactly, but something like a dozen. When I didn’t break, they moved on to the drugs and the jacket.” She paused for a moment. “Although, I’m ashamed to admit I did break for a time. I stopped fighting them and became compliant because it was so nice to be warm and to be able to go outside and to eat real food.” A sob ripped from her throat.

His arms held her even tighter, and he rocked gently from side to side. “Don’t be ashamed of that, Daisy. You never should have had to do any of it.”

“I tried so hard to be strong,” she bawled. “To keep fighting, desperate to somehow get back to you.”

“Shhh.” He rubbed soothing circles over her back. “You were strong. You made it, and you’re with me now. I will never let anything like that happen again.” He kissed her shoulder. “I’m so sorry you went through all of that, Daisy. I failed you, utterly and completely.”

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