Page 70 of A Raven Revived

“Well, we’d better get your shoes off, then.” He dropped to his knees to remove them along with her stockings.

He slipped a hand up to untie her drawers before helping her to stand. They fell to the floor, leaving her in only her chemise. He looked down into her eyes. “Can I say the words so we can reclaim them for ourselves?” He bunched the fabric lightly in his hands. “I promise to reward you for it.”

She smiled nervously, then straightened her spine just a bit before nodding. He flicked his tongue over her nipple one more time.

“Are you certain?” He didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

“Yes. I’m certain.” She closed her eyes, probably bracing herself.

“Remember, you’re safe.”

She nodded. “I know.” She looked into his eyes. “Say the words.”

“Lift your arms.”

She froze for a moment and closed her eyes. He feared he’d ruined this incredible moment with his request, but then she slowly did as he’d asked. He whisked the fabric over her head and immediately drew her nipple into his mouth.

She moaned and arched her back as he reached around to squeeze her bottom. He lifted her onto the side of the bed and gently laid her back before dropping to his knees and delving between her thighs. Her scent was enough to drive him wild, and the taste of her on his tongue had his own arousal stirring again already. He pressed her trembling legs open wide and moved his tongue slowly over her, savoring her obvious appreciation.

Desperate moans matched his rhythm. Her trembling grew more intense, and her whole body twitched and writhed. Thank God she still wanted him. Still wanted this. He slid his hands under her luscious bottom to hold her still, and her sounds became more urgent. Gasping, she dug her fingers into his hair and pulled his face more firmly against her. He smiled, her desire for him making his own hunger swell even more, but he continued with his steady rhythm, drawing out her need as long as possible.

She sucked in a startled breath and let out a long, euphoric moan. Her thighs clamped around his head as groan after groan issued from her lips. By the time her writhing calmed, he was hard and desperate for her again. He stood and drove himself into her.

Her eyes widened and her lips turned up in a slow smile. “You lied.”

He chuckled and then groaned as he plunged slowly into her again. “I guess I did. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mmmm. I’ll probably be able to forgive you.”

He lifted her legs up, resting her feet on top of his shoulders and increased his speed, pounding into her. Her breasts shook with each impact, drawing his hands to them. Their softness in his palms was pure bliss, and she gasped for breath as he gently squeezed her nipples. She was exquisite.

“Fitz.” Her fingers dug desperately into the bedding.

“Are you going to come for me again, my beautiful girl?”

“Yes,” she panted, nodding frenziedly. “Yes!” She threw her head back and her body clamped around him, propelling him into his own climax.

He’d never known pleasure like it as it ripped through him. He bellowed an oath and slammed into her as he lost control, his legs threatening to give out completely. His whole body shook and his lungs worked arduously. Eventually, as his mind came back into focus, he managed to get her into the bed properly and climb in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.

“I was such a fool.” They were both still out of breath.

“Which time are you talking about?”

He loved that she could always make him laugh, even after everything she’d been through. “When I left because you became engaged to my brother. To think, my cowardice could have made me miss out on all of this.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head and she snuggled closer. “My God, you are a magnificent woman, Daisy.”

ChapterTwenty-One

Daisy stretched and slowly opened her eyes. Her body still felt delicious from everything Fitz had done with her last night. She was disappointed that he wasn't in bed with her, but that probably wasn’t something she could expect of him every morning, even if she did wish for it. Surely, he had other things to see to besides her.

With a sigh, she folded back the blankets and sat up on the side of the bed. There was a trail of daisies on the floor, leading to the dressing room. She smiled. Perhaps he was actually seeing to her this morning, just not in bed.

She slipped on a robe, and picked the daisies up one by one as she followed their path. She had a handful of them by the time she entered the dressing room. Fitz was sitting in the empty tub, dressed in his pajamas, a smile on his face.

“Good morning, Daisy.”

“Good morning, Fitz. What is this?” She held up her fistful of flowers.

“Well, I thought, last night we started to conquer those difficult words, so perhaps this morning, we can take the first step in conquering the tub. I have raisin scones.” He held one up and raised his brow hopefully.

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