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“You look stunning.”
“I think I like this one,” I manage, running my hand over the material. A fuller, lacier skirt compliments the bodice top and the pale, dusty pink makes my hair stand out even more.
“Do you want to try the last one or not?” His hands are still on my hips. The thought of moving anywhere right now seems impossible.
“No, this is the one.”
Creed nods but doesn’t say a word as he slowly unties the corset, one link at a time, until the material slips over my skin and pools at my feet. He’s standing so close, his body heat radiates against my back. His hands return to my hips, scalding my bare skin with his searing touch as he continues to watch me in the mirror.
I already feel like I can’t breathe, today has been a whirlwind of emotions, but I still know how desperately I hated that he didn’t kiss me before he entered the pit. It’s selfish of me, I know, but I’m drawn to the Bishops like a moth to a flame. There’s no denying it, no escaping it, and among all of the madness I now face, it’s the only thing that makes sense.
As if sensing my thoughts, he bends slightly to press a kiss to my shoulder blade while his eyes remain locked on mine through the mirror. I gasp, my back instantly arching, and he grins as he steps back.
Motherfucker.
“You’re a tease,” I pout, breathless, and he shrugs.
“Maybe.”
All I can do is gape at him, my body tense with need. “Eldon was right. You are sadistic.”
He cocks a brow at me.
“Do you actually want the first time I touch you to be in a dressing area at a store where anyone could walk in?”
I huff in frustration, planting my hands on my hips and giving him a pointed look. “It would definitely be memorable.”
The distance he had placed between us quickly vanishes and he stands before me again, hand under my chin as he tips my head back.
“Oh, Raven. When I get my hands on you, you’re never going to forget.”
23
RAVEN
Apparently, the event isn’t starting until after dark, which means I managed to sneak a little nap in. I feel more refreshed but not rejuvenated. It’s going to take sleeping for a solid week to achieve that and that’s not in the cards for me. Refreshed will have to do.
The sleep came surprisingly easy to me, despite Creed’s heated words remaining on my mind and infiltrating my dreams. My slumber was laced with desire, drenched in ecstasy, and consumed with every touch and caress.
Now, with my nude eyes and blushed cheeks, my makeup is set. Half of my hair is pinned back off my face and braided, while the rest falls around my shoulders in waves. Louisa insisted I match the dress with a pair of nude heels with glitter soles and a small purse. I decorate my fingers with my favorite rings and choose a pair of dangly earrings.
I have everything on but the dress, a task Creed made me promise was still his. It sits pooled and ready at the foot of my bed, I just need to get it on. As if sensing I’m ready, a knock comes from the door. I peek my head through a small gap, shielding my body, and Creed comes into view.
Nervously, I step back and let him in, feeling his eyes on every inch of my bare skin. The dress is designed to not wear a bra, so I’m standing before him in my panties, heels, and jewels.
“Fuck, Raven.”
I could say the same to him. He’s dressed head to toe in black. A fitted black dress shirt with a black silk tie and a tailored black suit that fits him to perfection. The polished black shoes finish the look and his black hair is swept back off his face with a loose lock flicking over his eyebrow.
“Where do you want me?” I breathe, my throat drying with need as he smirks at me.
“Patience is a virtue,” he murmurs back, making me laugh.
I step into the dress and bend down to grab the straps and sense him approaching. I gasp when I feel warm lips press a delicate kiss to the globe of my ass. My thighs clench, my pussy already dripping for him, but he doesn’t do anything else as he grabs the straps from my hands and lifts the fabric up to dress me.
“I think I might hate you.” I stand tall, slipping my arms into the straps as he gets to work on the laced corset.
“No, you don’t.”
