Page 87 of Tangled Fates

I had never hunted and gathered so quickly in all my life. I ended up with two plates of food, four bottles of water, and a bottle of wine with a couple of coffee mugs. I placed everything onto a tray and balanced it the best that I could as I practically scrambled to get back into the bathroom. And after perching the tray on a chair Raven had pulled up next to the tub, I stripped myself down.

“Lean up a bit,” I said.

She eased herself forward and folded toward her knees. “That enough room?”

I slipped into the scalding hot water and inched myself down. “Perfect. You can lean back whenever you’re ready.”

Feeling her settle back against me stiffened my dick. I knew it wasn’t the time or the place to be having such feelings, but with her nakedness against mine? I couldn’t handle it. I threaded my arms around her, splaying my palms along her stomach. And as her head fell back against my shoulder, she kissed the underside of my jaw.

“I could stay like this forever,” she whispered.

My heart took flight. “I love you, Raven.”

She kissed my jawline again. “I love you too, Hudson.”

I growled softly as I turned my lips to kiss her forehead. “God damn it, you smell divine.”

She spread her legs softly. “And what about now?”

I bucked against her lower back. “Be careful what you wish for. You’re supposed to be resting.”

Then, she got bold. She picked up on of my hands and placed it down on the dollop of excess along her inner thigh.

“Then, how about this?” she asked.

I curled my fingertips into her softness. “Raven. You need rest.”

“What I need,” she said before she traced her tongue along my skin, “is you.”

And she sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.

My hand crept up to her naked pussy and cupped the whole of her slit. Her folds jumped for me as the softest sigh escaped from between her lips, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load up her fucking back. Her sounds arrested me. Her scent pulled me in. And as I dipped my fingers between her juicy folds, I found her arousal sitting there. Waiting for me.

“So wet for me,” I grumbled.

“Oh,” she moaned softly.

I traced her inner folds, massaging them and watching the way her body reacted to mine. I wanted to study her. I wanted to find every sensitive point that was unique to her. And then, I wanted to exploit them until she begged me to stop. I turned my lips toward her face and peppered kisses along her cheek. She tilted to the left, tossing her right leg over the edge of the tub as soapy water spilled onto the floor.

Which blossomed her pussy for me like a beautiful rose.

“Shit,” she hissed.

“Mmmm, there it is,” I growled.

The second I moved my fingers up to that swollen little nub of hers, she jumped. Her hands curled into my thighs, and I slowly traced an outline around her clit before flicking its tip. She lifted her hips, wanting nothing more than to feel more of me. And when she did, it was as if she had climbed up my body.

She tilted her head, capturing my lips with hers. And as her pelvis raised up, my dick slid between her legs.

Before my tip caught at her entrance.

“Fucking hell,” I growled down the back of her throat.

“Faster,” she said breathlessly. “Make me beg for you.”

I sucked on her lower lip. “Oh, I’ll make you do more than that.”

And as I thrusted my hips forward, sinking my length into her pussy from behind, I toggled her clit as her walls pulsed around me.

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