by KJ Baker
He kissed me again, more passionately this time, and I felt the answering surge of his emotions through the bond, so strong I thought I might drown in them.
Desire won out and I was suddenly tingling with my need for him. I kissed him savagely, his tongue darting into my mouth to wrestle with my tongue, his lips hot and almost desperate. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to the wall and pressed me against the hard stone. His lips found my neck, my ears, my chest.
The hard bulge of him pressed against my stomach and I reached down, untied his pants and stroked along his length. He was rigid and swollen, hot to the touch. Raven hissed, his eyes dark with arousal. He lowered me to my feet only long enough to grab my dress and hike it up around my hips. His fingers found my panties and tore them away before sliding into the space between my legs. The pad of his thumb found my sweet spot and went to work. I almost came apart. A heady cocktail of sensations swept through me, setting my nerves on fire and making my skin tingle. I gasped, little moans escaping me as Raven brought me to the brink of ecstasy.
But he did not push me over the edge. Not yet. Instead, he lifted me again and wrapped my legs around his hips. The tip of his erection slid slowly across the burning skin between my legs, making me gasp in pleasure. He held himself there for a moment, savoring the sensation. Then he thrust himself deep inside me.
I cried out, digging my fingers into his shoulders and flinging my head back. He began to move, holding me in place as he drove into me over and over. The hard wall pressed against my back but I barely noticed. I had no attention to spare for anything except my mate’s body as it joined with mine, filling me with liquid fire. I knew I was moaning loudly now. I knew I was gasping his name over and over. I knew my nails were digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave scratches. I didn’t care.
I was coming apart. I was being consumed. The liquid fire exploded in my veins and I disintegrated.
I screamed his name to the sky as my climax took me, my body shuddering. Raven grunted, his body juddering as he too found release, driving into me one final time and holding himself there for what felt like a single, endless moment.
Then slowly, we came back to ourselves. He lowered me to the floor then retied his clothing. I smoothed down my dress, my legs shaky.
“Do you understand now?” I asked hoarsely.
He pressed his forehead against mine and looked down at me. “I understand.”
“Then no more talk of me going home, okay?”
He nodded. “No more talk of us ever being apart.” His expression was fierce, full of determination. “Not now. Not ever.”
I smiled, reached up and cupped his face with my hands. God, how I loved him. “That’s just fine by me.”
Raven took my hand. There was a flicker of shadow in his eyes and I knew he was thinking of the war to come. What battles faced us? What struggles would consume us in the days ahead? I was not so naïve that I thought it would be anything but dark and bloody.
But that was for tomorrow. For now, we turned to face out into the darkness where a faint pink blush painted the horizon.
The sun was rising.
THE END
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