Page 12 of Raven

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky.

“You’re beautiful, too,” I said, looking at his beautiful body.

He grinned, and I heard a small chuckle.

Warmth pooled in my chest, forcing me to take a deep breath. I’ve spent so long guarding myself, building walls I thought would never come down. But now, with him, I no longer want those walls.

His hands are gentle as he lathers soap between his palms, then smooths it over my shoulders. I close my eyes as he moves lower, his touch slow, reverent, learning me. Every brush of his fingers leaves a trail of heat, and when he reaches down between my thighs, I have to steady myself with a hand against his chest.

His skin is warm beneath my fingertips, muscles flexing as I slide my hands over his chest. A drop of water trails down his jaw, and before I can stop myself, I reach up and brush it away. He catches my wrist before I can pull back, bringing my hand to his lips.

A soft kiss, nothing more. And yet, it takes my breath away.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. “Yes, I am so sure.”

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into him, the heat of his body melting against mine. The first touch of his lips is slow, testing, but when I press closer, his restraint snaps. The kiss deepens, a slow, consuming hunger that sends fire licking through my veins.

I lose myself in him, in the feel of his hands, the way he holds me like I’m something fragile, even as his grip tightens with need. The water washes over us, but nothing could drown out this moment, this feeling.

As his finger enters me, I cry out, ready to orgasm; I start moving as his fingers move faster. I can’t stop the scream of release as my body shakes with an orgasm.

Later, wrapped in the sheets, I lay against Raven’s chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin. His arm is draped around me, strong and protective, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong somewhere.

“I’m staying, right?” he asks, voice rough with exhaustion and something deeper.

I tilt my head, watching the soft glow of light cast shadows across his face.

“You’re staying,” I whisper, pressing a kiss over his heart.

His arms tightened around me, holding me close, and I knew I’d made the right choice.

When I woke up, an arm was across my waist, and a leg was thrown over mine. I smiled and snuggled into him more. I could hear the rain pouring down and slashing against the window. I didn’t even know it was going to rain. I went right back to sleep. Lips kissing me woke me up again. I made a noise that let him know I was enjoying it.

“Do you feel like making love?” Raven asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, kissing him back. His scent surrounded me, and his hands ran down my body. My blood pounded in my ears as loud as the rain that slashed against the windows. Raven bent his head and touched his warm lips to mine. He devoured my mouth and found out I was as hungry for him as he was for me.

His tongue plunged between my lips. My fire and passion met him head-on. His hands ran through my hair, and he crushed his mouth to mine. My body melted against him. Hunger surged inside us. He was careful not to crush my body under his. He held himself over me.

“No, I want to feel your body touching mine,” I whispered. The touch of his hands, so warm on my skin, sent sensations straight to my core and made me ache, as a slight sound escaped my lips.

Raven kissed my neck and looked into my eyes. “We are going to take our time, sweetheart, so lie back, and let’s enjoy each other.”

He slid his hand over one curved hip. Over the smooth skin, my hips lifted when he pulled me against his hardness, pressing it into my hip.

I ran my hands across Raven’s broad chest and felt his muscles quiver.

His hand slipped between my thighs, and I cried out on a half-sob of pleasure as he touched delicate, aching flesh.

All I could feel was his touch. All I knew was the heat and the need that moved through my body. I was speechless, nearly mindless. When Raven entered me, I thought I would perish lying under him as he made passionate love to me.

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Raven

I have never feltlike this with any other woman. We made love throughout the night. I lay on my side, watching her sleep. She smiled.

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