Our kiss was a mix of tongues and teeth and need.
Clothing was torn off.
Bodies explored reverently—desperately.
I wanted him like nothing and no one else in my entire life.
His flesh was hot to the touch—hard, smooth skin taut over rippling muscles. The runes on his body glowed purple with magic and I swear, they called to me.
He licked a path down my body, cupping and coveting my ample curves with his hands and lips and whispered words I could not fully understand since they were old Norse.
Elation filled me.
Also hunger.
Always hunger.
And need.
Raven’s tongue pierced my core, and I released a low, guttural moan I did not even know I was capable of making.
Purple sparks danced behind my eyes, flashing like broken constellations, and everything inside me—every nerve, every pulse of magic—seemed to call to and caress the Monster between my legs, who was making me feel things I had never experienced before.
Not just pleasure.
Something deeper.
Something older.
The bond surged, alive and hungry, wrapping around my spine and tightening low in my belly.
I reached down, threading my fingers through his pitch-black hair, gripping, grounding myself as he laved at my heated sex, licking me into oblivion.
My first orgasm crested hard and fast, crashing through me like a wave breaking against jagged rocks, and I howled with my release.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel like that—to unravel so completely—and for a moment, I was certain I might pass out from the intensity.
But Raven—God.
Raven knew my body better than I did.
Or maybe it wasn’t just my body.
Maybe it was the bond.
Maybe he felt everything I felt.
Because he didn’t stop.
He took me back down, easing me just enough to breathe before dragging me right back up again, sending me spiraling higher and higher.
His hunger for me was insatiable, and mine answered it in kind, growing stronger with every swipe of his tongue, every deliberate movement designed to undo me.
But I needed more.
More than his mouth.
More than the slow destruction of my sanity.
