Page 70 of Raven's Rise
His hands lifted her higher against the wall, then using his own body to hold her in place, one leg between her own. She gasped when he pressed that leg against her, rubbing exactly where she’d feel it most.
“Rafe,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
“What I want. And you want it too.”
He slid one finger inside her, then said, “Damn me, you’re wet already.”
She gasped again as he stroked her.
“Say yes if you like it,” he hissed.
“Yes,” she echoed faintly.
“And again. Every time. Every touch. I need to know you want it.”
His voice urged her on, in time with his devastating touch.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Then it happened, a flash of lightning she couldn’t see, only feel as it lit up inside her. She pressed herself against him, grinding her body against his hand. She gasped as she felt a wave of heat roll through her. “Oh, yes, please.”
He held her fast for a long moment, and she pulsed against his hand, desiring him even more than before. He teased her with a few more slow strokes, each of which made her whimper his name.
She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She felt so…smooth, as if all the sharp edges of her existence had been pushed away, replaced with silk.
Angelet laid her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly.
Then Rafe swung her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He pulled her gown and shift over her head in a quick movement, leaving her naked. He lowered her back on the covers, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
He remained standing, watching her. Then he stripped off his own clothes and stepped to the edge of the bed, pushing her legs apart so he stood between them.
She reached for his erection, and circled her fingers around it. Rafe’s intake of breath was all the motivation she needed. She pulled him closer, but he resisted, even pulling her hand away, though he’d obviously liked her touch. He was far, far stronger than she was, and there was nothing she could do to force him to obey. Except beg.
“Please,” she whispered. “I still need you. You were right before. I need something different. Whatever you want to do.”
“Whatever I want,” he echoed.
With no restrictions, Rafe’s hands roamed freely, cupping her breasts, grazing her hips, stroking her legs. Angelet loved every touch, and loved that he wanted to touch her like this. Perhaps it wasn’t always a loss to let a man do what he liked. It just depended on the man.
“Rafe, please,” she said again, aware of how desperate she sounded.
His eyes raked over her and he smiled. His hands found her hips, dragged her to exactly where he wanted her, and then he pushed his hips roughly against her, parting her legs further. He slid into her without a word, pushing, pushing, pushing until she was moaning his name, her back arching upward. She was still resonating from the climax he’d brought her to with his touch. She could hardly stand the sensation of his body penetrating hers like this. It was too full, too big, too heavy, and far too wonderful.
She didn’t know she was clutching at him, her nails digging into his sides. She closed her eyes and simply felt him slide into her, and out, and in again. She wrapped her legs around his waist without being conscious that she did it, and only dimly heard him gasp with pleasure.
She moaned low in her throat. “You feel so good,” she said. “I love how it feels to have you inside me.”
“That’s it, angel. Let yourself go.”
Another climax broke over her just as she felt him go rigid. He clasped her hips to him as he found his own release. He now covered her body with his, leaving just enough space to avoid crushing her. She slid her hands up his body, feeling the sweat-slicked flesh. Then she tangled her fingers in his hair, and his face hovered over hers. His eyes reminded her of blue pools, easy to dive into, easier to drown in.
“Angelet,” he murmured, sounding very different than his usual self. “Tell me I gave you what you wanted.”
“I thought you were showing me whatyouwanted.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“Oh.”
