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“If you don’t want this, Raven, tell me. Tell me now,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I want this,” I said without a moment’s hesitation.
Maybe he already had me mesmerized. Or maybe this man and this room that conjured all things sinful was everything I never realized I wanted.
He growled as he unzipped his fly, ripped open a condom, and sheathed himself. He grabbed my arms and pushed me back on the bed until my back was flat against the mattress and my legs dangled over the end. He leaned over me, one arm holding himself up while he thrust two fingers inside me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered, then withdrew.
I whimpered at the loss, but he didn’t leave me bereft for long. The head of his cock pressed against me. He drove inside me in one firm thrust, groaning as he stilled, buried to the hilt, for just a moment before he began to move. He set a rhythm as every thrust stroked my inner walls, starting me on a fast climb to the cataclysmic ecstasy I knew he could give me.
He leaned away, standing up without missing a stroke, and grabbed hold of my thighs.
“Open your legs wider for me, Raven,” he said.
He pressed my thighs further apart, more and more until the skin in my inner thighs were stretched taut.
I could feel the light burning in my joints, but the position seemed to grant him deeper access. All I could focus on was the way he was filling me until there wasn’t a molecule of unfilled space inside me. Over and over again. The tip of his cock kissing the cap of my cervix in an unbroken tempo.
His gaze was fixed on where we were joined. It only added fuel to the fire to know the consumed look in his eyes was because of me. I wanted to see what he was seeing, so I leaned up. The movement must have clenched my inner walls down harder on him because I only got to see for a split second. He groaned a deep guttural sound and shot forward, lunging for my lips.
It was like he was starving, delving between my parted lips like my mouth held all the sustenance he needed. His tongue glided against mine, in and out, mimicking the way he was fucking me.
I thought he had forgotten about what he said upstairs, but he tore his lips from mine after a moment. His mouth paved a hot trail down my jaw to my neck. I tipped my head back, staring up at the ceiling as his teeth dug into my flesh. The graze and then the pressure. The sharp sting that shot down the line and had me arching more firmly against him.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Raven,” he confessed in between nips as he worked his way down and then across the upper swells of my breasts.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I confessed. “I dreamed about you.”
Memories of the dreams slipped in, driving me higher.
“And what did you do when you woke up?” he asked with a knowing look in his eyes, just before he sunk his teeth into my nipple, making me see stars.
“I rubbed my clit until it made me come,” I confessed as his pace quickened. “But it wasn’t the same.”
The coil had already wound up so tight I was almost there.
“Good,” he said, thrusting harder. “Because it wasn’t the same for me either.”
The image of him with his hand around his cock, rubbing himself while images of me bombarded his mind sent a sizzling shock of heat through me. As he moved onto my other nipple, and his teeth grazed my sensitive flesh, it shot me over the brink, screaming his name and riding out the hot waves of my orgasm.
As soon as my inner walls clamped around his dick, he thrust in deep one last time. He let out a rugged groan through spurt upon spurt of his come.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Nico
Reluctantly, I withdrew myself from Raven, zipped my fly, and strode across the room to close the door.
I didn’t mean to leave the door wide open, but I couldn’t say it bothered me that she’d let me fuck her knowing people could walk by at any moment.
Instead of throwing Raven her dress and sending her on her way, I laid down next to her, on my side, propped on one elbow and pulled her closer.
I never much cared for cuddling after sex. In fact, I categorically avoided it. But my skin, my fingers, my body craved for hers, like all my lines and shapes were made to fit her curves and contours.
“Why were you here?” I asked.
It didn’t matter what the answer was. If she came to make me jealous, she succeeded. If she came to try to coax me into another round despite my reputation, she got another point. Either way, there was only one conclusion: She had seriously fucked with my head. Maybe the Lucianos had some sort of cutting-edge drug I hadn’t heard about.
