Page 33 of Voyage with the Reclusive Billionaire

Just when I think my heart can't take anymore, Corvan rights us and extends his wings, catching an updraft. We glide peacefully, the aurora borealis painting the surrounding sky in ethereal hues that I will never forget.

"In the wild, ravens often go on joy flights with their mates," Corvan says softly. "They soar together, strengthening their bond."

As if to emphasize his point, he gently takes my hand in his. The gesture is so tender, so at odds with the raw power he's just displayed, that I feel my heart swell with emotion.

An amazed laugh falls from my lips. “This is your life?” I ask Corvan. “Something you get to just do?”

“You and me now, Eliza,” he murmurs in my ear, pressing a kiss to my temple before sending us higher into the sky. “You and me always.”

When we get back to the room, Corvan doesn’t waste a minute before setting me down on the bed. He turns his back to me, wings disappearing right before my eyes, and pulls something out of his pocket. He says, “I spent the last three years doing almost nothing with my life but flying, Eliza. But none of those flights could ever compare to the one I just had with you. What it represented, what it means for you and me, I—”

I've peeled off everything but my bra and underwear and tossed to the floor when he turns around. Freezes. Stares at me like I am far more remarkable than any of the views he must have seen before. “Hope this is okay,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, yes, it’s okay.”

He strides to me with a visible hardness at the front of his jeans. I swallow down the gasp that threatens to rise out of me when he climbs on top of me. “I love you so fucking much, Eliza.” He opens the palm of one of his hands and lets a feather fall from his grasp. It drifts down until it settles on my chest. What remains in his hand is a ring. A thin gold band with swirls of detailed metal. “Beautiful,” I murmur.

“This is just for now,” he says. “I’ll get you a better mating gift when we’re on land.”

“It’s perfect, Cor,” I insist. “I love it.”

“Still,” he murmurs, and lifts one of my hands. The ring is a size or so too big, but it’s close enough to fit me that it holds its position on my hand when he slides it onto my right index finger. “I’ll get you a wedding ring for this finger someday,” he says, brushing my other hand, that finger that once held a ring before. “Something suitable for you.”

“Can’t wait,” I breathe.

Corvan smiles as he drops his lips down to mine. “But for now, we’ll stick with mates, yeah?”

“Yeah.” It comes out as an airy moan when he rolls his hips over mine, his hardness pressing against my clit through the fabric.

He groans at the sound and immediately reaches a hand down to unbuckle his jeans, the other hand keeping him braced above me. “Just like I’ll go slow, someday,” he says. “I’ll take my time with you. But tonight I just need to make you mine.” Forever.

He gets his pants off, then goes for my bra. Then his shirt. Then my underwear.

And then his.

Until we’re both naked, staring at each other. And it would be awkward, I think, with anyone else. But this moment between us… it represents something far more than lust. I am soaking him in as he is. Taking in the whole of the man that I will cherish for the rest of my life, just as he’s doing with me.

And then his eyes flick to mine, and the question is in them. Can I touch you now? those eyes say.

I spread my legs in answer.

He groans and drops his mouth to my lips. His hands to my breasts. He flicks and teases and squeezes in all the right ways until my chest is heaving and I’m desperate to have him inside of me.

But then he moves his mouth away from mine. Kisses his way down my body.

Presses an open-mouth version of that kiss straight against my clit.

I cry out as he nips at the bud before licking his way down my pussy, gathering my wetness on his tongue like I’m the finest thing he’s ever tasted.

My hands tangle in his hair, and I swear he only grows more intense with those hands, that tongue, his teeth, at my touch. He licks his way back and forth from my clit to my entrance, kissing and sucking and slowly pushing his tongue inside of me. Teasing me until my hips are arching, begging for more, until I’m shaking with the need for release that builds like a heavy weight at my spine. “You said,” I gasp out between breaths, “That you wouldn’t take your time tonight, Cor.”

He looks up at me with my wetness glistening on his lips. Licks them. His dark eyes sparking with desire. “I’m not. When I take my time with you, you’ll know it, Eliza.”

And then he drops his mouth back down to my pussy and sucks my clit into my mouth with such a delicately rough motion that I come harder than I ever have before. I’m seeing stars and my knees are nothing more than jelly and Corvan is lining his cock up at my entrance, pushing into me just as the last shockwave rolls through me, my body loose with the last of my release. Just what he wanted, I realize.

A muscle twitches in his jaw as he sinks all the way in, and I gasp out, throwing my head back against the bed.

I feel Corvan’s gentle touch as he picks up the feather and presses it just above my heart. Then he grabs my hand and lays it over the top of it. “There,” he murmurs. “Now it will become a part of you.” I hear what he didn’t say. Now he will become a part of me.

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