Page 39 of A Murderous Crow
I threw back my head with a throaty gasp and surrendered myself to his touch, my hands roaming over his warm skin in light strokes and butterfly touches, marveling at the feel of him against me.
He kissed my jaw and found his way behind my ear, breathing me in deeply, before attacking the sweet spot on the side of my neck with lips and teeth, in playful little nips that sent goosebumps cascading down the opposite side of my body.
He gave his hips a thrust and a sort of wiggle, andholy shit… “Oh, my God, there! Right there!” My voice was breathy, and thin, and I hardly recognized it.
He chuckled darkly against the side of my throat and pitched a rhythm that was pure, sweet torture in every way. Exquisite, beautiful, and breathtaking was how my body responded to it. I held onto him, almost half overwhelmed by the sensations, and all I could really do was surrender to them, to him, andlet go– which for me? Lord, was that hard to do, but I managed.
The reward for my surrender was the sweetest, sharpest pleasure that weighed down my womb and grew exponentially with his every deliberate movement. He switched sides, and the burst of sensation from his lips meeting that sensitive spot on the side of my neck pushed me over the edge. The light building inside of me thrusts me off the cliff and out over to the abyss.
I felt like I was falling, falling, falling, the waves of warm pleasure sweeping through me as the world fell away from around me and left bursts of color and fireworks going off against the inside of my eyelids, even as he cried out, moaning, as my body pulsed around his.
He sat up, driving into me harder, his hand braced against my chest below my throat, fingers splayed, holding me down to the bed, his eyes a molten whiskey staring down at me with such a possessive ire, it raised entirely different gooseflesh along my body as he drove into me, taking his own pleasure, certainly, but more than that, it kept mine going.
The gentle wind blowing over and through me picked up into a gale, a maelstrom that battered me without as much as within, and set off yet another orgasm.
I found both of my hands had wrapped themselves around the wrist that had me pinned to his bed, but I didn’t try to pull his hand away. It was an almost comforting weight against my body, holding me in place, grounding me as I swear parts of me were torn away in the storm of sensation he created.
His wicked grin belied that he knewexactlywhat he was doing to me, and that he gladly, almost gleefully, fed off me like some kind of vampire.
I closed my eyes and shuddered beneath him. He called out wordlessly, losing his steady pace, shoving into me almost painfully hard, as his own orgasm overtook him.
His hand lifted, replaced with his body, as he lay over the top of me and pressed his lips to mine, and I kissed him back fervently.
“God, you’re so good,” he muttered into my ear, and I couldn’t help my smile, shyly hiding my face and my lips against his shoulder and the side of his neck.
“You did all the work,” I murmured in a light protest, and he chuckled, gathering me close and vaulting over my one leg to lie beside me and pull me into his arms. He tucked my head beneath his chin, and I put my ear over his heart, listening to it thunder against the inside of his ribs.
“Agree to disagree,” he murmured, and my lips twitched lightly into a smile.
I didn’t remember anything after that.
I think I was too exhausted and that I fell asleep. Lord knows, I needed it.
The next morning,I woke to light streaming through the bedroom window. I winced, groaning, and turned onto my stomach, sliding an arm across the crisp sheets to find the bed empty beside me.
I frowned and opened my eyes to a crisp fold of white paper on the pillow next to mine.
Had work to do. Make yourself something to eat. I’ll check the kitchen, so, don’t disappoint me. Call you for the next round soon.
-Corvus
I rolled my eyes and set the stiff and fancy stationery aside, breathing in deep and exhaling the cobwebs and dust of sleep and the dreaming away.
He wasn’t the only one who had work to do today. I’d just been smarter about my scheduling and didn’t have anything until two o’clock this afternoon.
I checked my watch, and it was only a little after ten in the morning. Plenty of time to go home, get cleaned up, have something to eat, and deal with hair and makeup – but honestly, only if I left now.
I didn’t want to fix myself something here while he wasn’t home. It just felt weird – so I got up, got dressed, picked up my bag of cleaned and maintained jewelry on my way out, and headed out to the garage beneath the carriage house.
I hit the switch to open up the garage, pulled my car out carefully into the street, got out, whisked myself to the switch,and hit it to close, ducking out and getting back in my car as quickly as possible.
I headed home and spent a luxurious amount of time under the hot shower spray before my stomach, protesting loudly enough at its neglect, made me get out.
After drying off and wrapping up in my robe, hair in a towel turban atop my head, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a salad with all the good things. Torn chicken from a rotisserie I’d picked up from the store, a bed of dark leafy greens, slices of apples, dried cranberries, crumbles of goat cheese, a smattering of walnuts, and a light and bright vinaigrette to top everything off.
I settled on my couch and munched happily away at my lunch while I scrolled through emails on my phone.
Corbett Prescott: You didn’t fix yourself something before you left, did you?
