“And you are not moving,” the hungry expression in her eyes bored into him.
Amira tightened her grip on his shoulders and lifted herself up his shaft. It was all that was needed to snap the twig of his control. He took over. He pushed inside her again, at first trying to go slow, but when she made a sound of frustration, he squeezed her lush curves and gave her all she demanded.
Raven moved fast and hard inside her, his body pounding her against the wall. She met his every stroke with her own, and soon the heat rose. Her fingernails dug into his skin and he welcomed every new sensation.
The pressure built. Her moans grew louder. Soon, he felt her walls spasm around his shaft, and the sensation of her muscles contracting around him pushed him over the edge. One last thrust and Raven spilled inside her with a guttural groan muffled against the skin of her neck.
He wanted her wrapped around his body forever, but all too soon her legs came down. “I don’t think I can walk,” she admitted.
He wasn’t sure he could either, but somehow, they managed to find the bed, and that’s when Raven felt a wave of icy water wash over him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What?” she pushed herself onto her elbows. “That you were amazing?”
“That you were a virgin!” he growled. The proof of her innocence was staring at him accusingly, and Raven felt bewildered at her reaction.
“Oh, that?” Amira laughed, and laid her head on the bed again. “I didn’t think it mattered.”
“Well of course it did!” he exclaimed, pulling her into his lap. He had a hard time understanding her attitude. “I felt how tight you were, but I didn’t think … I should have taken greater care with you.”
“What? More foreplay?” She straddled his hips and cupped his jaw between her palms. “I had weeks’ worth of foreplay. All I wanted was you.”
“But for your first time…” he persisted.
“Hold your horses!” she kissed him fast and quick. “It wasn’t my first time.”
That got him beyond confused. “What?”
“Remember when I mentioned my prior lives?” Amira asked, and her hands slid around his neck and down his back.
“Of course.”
“Well, not all of those women died virgins. Some of them, had been pretty … how to put this … adventurous,” she added the last word after a long pause. “Amira is only the latest facet of me.”
“Those other women aren’t you,” he stated with conviction, as if finally understanding something she didn’t.
“No, they aren’t me,” Amira agreed. “But I was once them. Their memories live inside me. They shaped me.” Those memories weren’t just a blurry dream. They were clear and vivid and sometimes it felt like it happened to Amira herself. A day before.
“It sounds inconvenient.”
“You have no idea.” The corners of her lips curved, and she placed a kiss on his neck. Raven’s breaths grew heavier, but instead of kissing her back, he stood up from the bed with her in his arms.
“Are you contemplating pounding me against the wall again?” She relished the thought. He’d drowned her in sensations until her mind had turned to mush and her body had liquefied underneath his caress as if it had been made of molten metal. The pleasure had been annihilating.
He groaned as if in pain, “No. I’m contemplating us having a bath.”
“That too has possibilities,” she smiled as she reluctantly untangled her limbs from him when it became apparent they needed hands for this. It took a bit of effort, but soon she settled in the warm water in between his legs. She leaned her back against his chest, his arms came around her, and her eyes fluttered shut.
“You got it wrong,” Raven whispered into her ear. “Amira is not the latest facet of you. Amira is you.”
His hands began caressing her skin and she had a hard time focusing on his words.
“You have to commit to her. Otherwise, you are simply waiting for another one to come along.”
It was probably true. For the longest time she hadn’t even tried to connect with people. She had kept everyone at an arm’s length, figuring there was no point in seeking relationships that wouldn’t last. Unconsciously, she’d been waiting for the next lifetime, no matter how much she’d tried to avoid it.
And those other women hadn’t even been emotionally dead like Amira had.
“I don’t think there is going to be another try,” she confessed what Hope had hinted at, the last time she came. Amira still didn’t have time to digest the information, but when Raven’s hands cupped her breasts, all she could do was moan. Thinking was beyond her.
“All the more reason to embrace who you are.” He kept his touches light, his lips landed on her neck and she felt his erection throb against her backside.
“And who am I?” She wriggled in his lap until she managed to turn. The sudden and sharp pull of breath he took, as she straddled him and rubbed herself at the length of his shaft, got her smiling.
“Mine.” The single word that came out of his mouth was hoarse with desire. She shivered against the power of his conviction and realized that she was still caught by the wave of his need as it rolled through her.
Raven pulled her even closer from the small of her back. Her smooth, slick breasts crushed against his chest and a moan escaped her lips. The heat of the contact was maddening. Her sensitive nipples throbbed, and when she arched her back, his mouth landed on her breast as if he knew what she craved.
Amira’s fingers sank in his hair as she tried to hold on—find some shred of control—but it proved impossible. The way his tongue played with the peaks of her breast … the way he grazed lightly with his teeth … Her breathing hitched in her throat.
His skin was so hot against her, the water felt cool as it lapped around their bodies.
“Um … Angel?” his breath traveled over her sensitized flesh and she shivered again. “I don’t think this should be happening…”
“Happening?” she tried to gather coherent thoughts—she was failing miserably. “What happening?”
“The water is getting hotter.”
“That could be a problem,” Amira realized. Sex generated energy. But this? Considering her lack of control she didn’t see another option but to… “I suggest we get out of it.”
“Hate to admit it, but I agree.” He quickly made use of the soap before letting her go. And even though his moves were hasty, he got her panting by the time he was through. They stepped out of the water just in time to see it boiling.
“Is this because you didn’t take anything from me?” he asked as she secured a towel around her breasts.
“I took plenty from you.” Amira winked and witnessed his eyes narrowing on her. She sighed. When he got serious, he got serious.
His insight still amazed her, but it got her thinking. This had never happened to her. The energy had always stayed where it was if she didn’t draw it out. Here, it seemed they had a surplus of it, accumulating all around them. She was afraid something would literally explode if she found herself in his arms again.
“I think I have a solution,” she said, banking everything on her suspicion why this had happened.
“I’m not getting out of this alive, am I?”
“What makes you say that?”
“The sparks dancing in your eyes…” Raven wrapped his arms around her waist, but this time she resisted. She couldn’t become a prisoner to his passion again. Not if she wanted to achieve her goal.
“You’ll enjoy it, I swear.” She conjured up three silk scarfs in her palm. He raised his eyebrows—but it was all he did. “Trust me?” Amira asked.
“With my heart.” His answer made hers leap with joy, but she didn’t let herself get distracted. Not now. Amira pushed him back, until his legs touched the edge of the bed, keenly aware that she was able to do this only because he’d let her.
One last push and Raven tumbled on the bed. “I want to test my theory first… and for that, you can’t see anythin
g.”
“Why do I have a feeling you’ll say no touching as well?” Raven folded his arms under his head.
“Because you are perceptive?” she came onto the bed next to him, bent down to kiss him lightly on his lips, and wrapped the delicate fabric around his eyes.
“It feels like a turnabout,” he admitted.
“If you say so.” She straddled his waist and Raven regretted leaving a towel wrapped around his hips.
She didn’t speak at first. She simply trailed her fingers up and down his chest.
It was a sheer torture to lie still not knowing what was going to happen. What she planned, what she thought. And yet, his body responded to the unknown.
“Now I want you to tell me what you think I’m doing?” She ceased her caress and the only thing he was aware of was their breathing.
“Leaving me?” he asked as he felt her leg going over him to the other side, and soon she placed distance between them.
“I’m still here,” the voice tinted with lust reached him. “It’s better if we don’t touch right now.”
Better for whom? He wanted to ask, but suddenly, the air he took into his lungs heated up. “What are you doing?”
“You tell me.” No longer was her breathing even, and when he concentrated, he could swear he heard her thoughts. “Your palms are cupping your breasts and … and you want to ease the pressure building between your thighs.”
Raven heard her make a squeaking sound at his words that told him he’d been right. Which in turn made him harden further. He had no trouble seeing her pleasuring herself. Her fingers would travel down and sink inside her wet heat. She would gasp and her eyes would flutter shut.
“Sweet heaven,” she whispered in a husky voice as she leaned over him, and he understood that this had been about the connection they shared—she had just heard his thoughts.
Amira kissed him then. She placed kiss after kiss on his neck. Moved to his chest. Raven found out he could no longer withstand this sensory deprivation. He needed to touch her. Needed to see her. But the moment he tried to lift his hands, hers locked around his wrists. He felt scarves on his skin, and she uttered a warning. “You break it, I stop. That’s the only rule.”
She didn’t wait for his answer but resumed her ministrations. She kissed him and caressed him until his body shook from pent-up tension. And not once did she touch his throbbing cock. He was close to begging.
His skin felt too tight, his blood too hot, and everything was reeling around him. He was not sure he could take any more, and at the same time all he wanted was more. He craved her hands and her mouth on him. Without any conscious attempt on his part, erotic images of her formed in his mind—Raven desperately wanted Amira to see.
Her breath hitched, her hands stilled, and he immediately regretted the loss of her caresses. Then, he felt the tip of her tongue swirl around the ridge of his shaft and he lost his ability to think completely. He was ruled by the sensation of her wet, soft and hot touch.
“Oh … my…” his breathing intensified. One more flick and he was going to step over the edge and fall into oblivion. Just one more touch…
She ceased. “Not yet.” Raven sucked a deep breath in as his body went taut—a denied release threatening to overpower him.
Amira waited until the wave passed, to return to him again. She climbed on top of him and slowly, taking him inch by excruciating inch inside her drenched body, sunk down onto him.
For the longest time she sat with his cock sheathed inside her completely, and then just as slowly as she’d lowered herself onto him, she lifted herself up. Her breath came out in heavy gasp, and the thought that she was close made him even hotter. He couldn’t suppress his urges—his hips went up, her palms landed on his chest and he knew she wanted him to move.
The sweet abrasion between their bodies was addictive. Raven didn’t know if it was the loss of sight and touch that highlighted his sensations, but one thing he knew with certainty—he had never felt anything like this in his whole life.
The pressure built quickly and this time, there was no prolonging it. He knew he was sure to come. Withholding touch would not work. He was so close, so sensitive, that even her merest breath sent shivers down his spine. His control was shattered. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I won’t take from you. But we can share.” The sentence ended with a delicious moan. Her inner walls contracted, palming his shaft in its delicate embrace. Pleasure spread like wildfire through his nerve endings. Pure, white-hot energy flooded his senses and he felt her magic swirling inside him.
That was when the laces around his wrists loosened and he rose up, tearing the delicate fabric in two. In a second, his hands wrapped around her, their lips found each other, and he knew he was never going to let her go. She was his. Forever.
Chapter 30
Amira woke up in his arms warm, blissfully sore in places she’d long ago forgotten about. She breathed in his earthy smell and a smile stretched her lips.
“I love it when you smile,” she heard a sleepy whisper. His hands tightened around her and he placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
“How do you know I’m smiling?” Amira asked. He was spooning her against his chest—he couldn’t have seen her face.
“I just do.” Raven nuzzled at her neck with his lips, his breathing tickled her skin, and he ran his tongue along her pulsing vein. Desire sparkled in her blood.
“What are you doing to me…” she murmured as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. His lips drew her earlap inside his mouth.
“Nothing you aren’t doing to me,” he spoke against her ear. Hot breath danced on her flesh, causing goosebumps to spread over her skin. Amira shivered. Her arm came up to his head, fingers sank into his silky dark hair, and her eyes fluttered shut.
Her body was pliant in his arms. A slave to his passion. Sensations built as his mouth and hands caressed her and once again Amira found out she cared not what he would do to her—all she cared was that he wouldn’t stop.
It would have been so simple for him to thrust inside her, pulsing against her entrance as he was, but he didn’t. Raven pushed up onto his elbow, leaving Amira no other option but to turn until she was lying on her back. She looked at him.
“Any requests?” The gaze that greeted her sent a jolt of energy down her body, right through to the tips of her toes. Pure, unadulterated hunger glittered in his eyes. The fever of his need reached out to her, and Amira gave in to the raw power of it.
“Kiss me…” her voice was husky, the plea—a response to the stark, blatant yearning she witnessed in the dark depths of his eyes. She’d never known she could beg and feel this powerful at the same time.
For as long as Amira could remember, she might have searched for passion—some of her prior selves might have craved love—but she’d never wanted, nor had she tried surrendering to it. It had always seemed too dangerous. In Raven’s arms she found out just how heady a sensation it could be. Most important of all, she wasn’t afraid.
“I hoped you would say that.” His lips came down on her breast and her back arched, forcing her nipples to jut forward.
“I think you have mistaken my breasts for my lips,” the words escaped in a moan as pleasure rippled through her.
“You never specified where I should kiss you.” He grinned a wicked smile, followed by a very deliberate flick of his tongue. By the time he was through playing with her nipples, Amira was one big ball of tingling nerves.
Leaving her breasts, he left a trail of kisses down her abdomen, and the heat rose with every one he gently placed. His tongue swirled around her belly button before it dipped inside, forcing Amira to dig her nails into the sheets. Anticipation lingered in the air, and she was ruled by an overwhelming sensation.
Seconds later, strong hands spread her thighs. For one long moment, impregnated with nothing but shallow, rabid breaths, he simply looked at her. She thought she would go mad. But then he grabbed her hips, pulled her closer and
placed the most carnal of kisses on her damp, throbbing flesh—his lips robbed her of any coherent thought she might have had.
He tasted her like she was some delicacy—his clever tongue circling and flicking over her sensitive bud. She dug one of her heels into his back. As if in response, his finger slid inside her inner folds and her body went taut. Her breathing hitched.
He added another finger and the pleasure intensified still. She didn’t think she could take it anymore. It was obliterating. The edge beckoned her, and she was so ready for the plunge, she couldn’t help but cry out in disappointment when Raven withdrew his fingers.
“Patience is a virtue,” he chuckled as his body moved over hers. He positioned the tip of his erection at the entrance to her starved core and slowly, holding her hips, pushed himself in.
Amira had an urge to close her eyes and simply ride the waves, but she forced herself to keep them open. Their gazes locked together, and what she saw in Raven’s expression made her gasp. Pure ecstasy in his burning eyes raised her sensations to impossible heights.
He was so sexy, she could hardly believe he was hers, even though she felt every inch of his thick length moving inside her, his hands caressing her. His thrusts intensified. Air came and left her in wracking, shuddering blasts of breath and she came crying out in rapture.
Spears of sheer pleasure lanced her body, but it was the force of their mixed energies that had her in throes. With the power of a lightning bolt, it cracked her open until she felt herself splinter into thousands of pieces. And come back stronger than she’d ever felt.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this.” Raven said when he finally rolled from her. She missed his delicious weight already.
“I don’t think I could prevent the walls from crumbling if you won’t take half of it,” she admitted. Control was the last thing she had on her mind when he made love to her. “Whatever blood flows in your veins only ensures the necessity of sharing the generated energy. Otherwise, it could be lethal.”
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