Leaning back slightly, I release my grip on her hand, trailing soft kisses across her jaw, then down to the space between her perfect breasts. I take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until her back arches into me, my cock brushing against her soft flesh. Her free hand reaches across to grip hold of my hair, entwining with the strands as if commanding more from me. I glide my tongue down past her navel, before hovering above the spot I know she wants me most. Her chest rises and falls in anticipation as I loom above her frame, much smaller than mine, and I take this moment to reach out, smoothing my palms across her skin before gently gripping thebacks of her thighs, bending her knees ever so slowly. She parts them even further for me, obeying my wordless command, and untamed desire courses through me at the sight of her like this.
“I want to taste you,” I say, my voice almost strangled as my breathing becomes ragged.
“Taste me, I’m yours, Raven.”
That’s all it takes before I’m moving like a man possessed.
“Keep them spread for me,” I order, and she nods in agreement.
Gone is the curious woman I knew her to be, and in her place a woman who knows exactly what she wants, and she’s not afraid to ask for it. I press my mouth gently to her pussy, loving the way she raises her hips at the sudden connection, her sweet taste unravelling me as I dart out my tongue to taste more. I need more of her.
This woman is fucking intoxicating.
I glide my tongue over her clit, circling it until she starts to buck gently against my mouth. I slide my tongue inside her, bringing my hand up and splaying it over her lower stomach until they find their destination. I circle her clit with fingers as I sink my tongue in deeper, her breathy moans sending a wave of heat across my body. My cock twitches against my mattress, desperately needing to feel her touch on me again.
No one has ever touched me before her.
No one else ever will because every part of me is hers for the taking.
“Raven,” she breathes the word between pants as I continue to taste her, as molten hot blood thrums beneath my skin, coursing through my veins and setting me alight at the sheer need laced in her voice. I could stay like this forever.
Her legs start to twitch, and I gaze up at her, watching as her perfect full lips part into a quiet exhale, and I hang onto her gasps like my life depends on it. I watch as she loses herself so completely to the sensation I’m giving her, her sounds betraying the emotion she can’t quite hide as she climbs higher and higher, before falling so wondrously over the edge, her arousal coating my tongue that I almost black out from how fucking perfect this moment is. How perfect she looks beneath me. Before I can even blink, she rises from the bed, reaching out to grip my shoulders and guiding me with unfamiliar urgency onto my back.
I chuckle, before she distracts me so completely by throwing her legs around my waist straddling me. She has an uncanny way of making the rest of the world disappear, leaving only her and the moments we share together. But even those fleeting moments pale in comparison to this one. She’s like a fucking goddess above me, her skin almost luminous despite the roombeing draped in an orange shadow from the hallway light and the fireplace downstairs.
“No one has ever made me feel that way before,” she whispers, and I almost snort in disbelief, but then I remember the bruises. The scars. My gaze drifts instinctively to the marks I know trace her body, and whatever remark had been climbing its way up my throat dies before it reaches my lips. She isn’t looking at me through the eyes of someone who’s never known cruelty. She’s looking at me despite it.
“There is only you, Little Ghost. You know that, don’t you?”
I say because no truer words have left my lips. I don’t think I’ve believed anything more. Did I know I was capable of these feelings? No. But I welcome them all the same. Because this is only temporary, and something tells me she knows it, too.
“I trust you.”
I trust you.
The words cleave straight through me. I shake my head, unable to hold her gaze for long.
“You shouldn’t,” I whisper, the confession scraping its way out of me. “God, you shouldn't.”
My fingers trace the line of her cheek, the movement at complete odds with the war tearing through my chest.
“But I do anyway.”
The certainty in her voice steals whateverargument I had left. Such a simple thing that I know is far from fucking simple. She’s placing her trust, her heart in the hands of a man like me and she’s doing it so willingly. But all I feel is guilt. Instead of accepting it for what it is. The greatest act of faith anyone has ever shown me. I can’t stop thinking of all the ways I’m going to betray it.
She leans in, pressing her lips against mine, robbing me of my thoughts as her tongue darts out, parting them to glide against my own. My arms wrap around her, holding her body as close to me as I can, sliding my palms downward across the skin of her spine before smoothing them over the globes of her ass cheeks. She rises a little, leaning back slightly before reaching around to grip hold of my length. My mouth parts, unable to hide the reaction she’s giving me as she gently brushes my tip along her wet cunt. I wait for her, her wide eyes flicking to mine and I grip her ass, guiding her down slowly onto my cock. The sensation of her wrapped around me sends sparks across my vision, and I’m unable to stifle the groan as she settles onto me completely. Her thighs crush my sides as she gets used to my size, her brows drawing together, her lips parting as her hands move to rest against my chest. My adam's apple bobs at the sight of her like this, the feel of her warm skin against my own, compelling me to bend to her will.
“Don’t let me go,” she murmurs, her voice softand breathy, nervous and unsure for the first time since this started.
“Never,” is all I say before she slowly rocks her hips, my cock buried so deep inside her that for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Her fingernails dig into the skin of my chest as her pussy clenches around me, my teeth aching as my jaw tightens, watching as the goddess above me takes what she wants from me. I meet her rhythm, guiding her hips back and forth as she bucks against me faster, losing herself to me as she tilts her head back, her hair falling across her perfect body in a wave of black ink.
“Raven.”
I almost growl at the sound of my name on her tongue, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I start to buck up into her. Her thrusts turn absolutely feral as she digs her nails so deep into my skin I swear she tears straight through it. I don’t feel it. I don’t feel anything but the feeling she’s giving me. I can’t focus on anything other than this sensation, watching as she rides me, chasing her release like I’m the only one who can ever meet her there.
The place made only for us.
I brace her, rolling her onto her back before diving back into her, trailing my hand up to grip her throat. I don’t apply pressure, I simply keep it there, an act of possession I didn’t know I was capable of. But it’s true. This woman is mine. My fingers brush absent circlesagainst her skin, not daring to look away as she writhes beneath me, giving in to me. Surrendering herself to the way I’m making her feel.
