Page 16 of Untamed Crow

I pull back just enough to study her face - cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire, lips parted. Mine. All mine.

"Bedroom," I say roughly. "Now."

She nods, unwrapping her legs from my waist. But before she can slide off the counter, I scoop her up. Her surprised laugh turns into a gasp as I capture her mouth with mine.

The kiss is everything I've imagined and nothing like I expected. She tastes like wine and promise, and when her tongue touches mine, I groan.

Somehow, I manage to navigate us to her bedroom without breaking the kiss. The room is simple, feminine - books everywhere, of course. But all I care about is the bed.

I lay her down gently, following her down but keeping my weight off her. In the soft lamplight, she looks like a dream. My jacket is still wrapped around her, making her look claimed already.

"Crow," she whispers, reaching for me.

"Shh, doll." I kiss her softly. "Let me take care of you."

I start with her hair, carefully removing each pin until those wild curls are spread across her pillow. Then I help her sit up, sliding my jacket off her shoulders. The sight of her in just that navy dress makes my mouth go dry.

"Perfect," I murmur, running my hands down her sides. "So fucking perfect."

She shivers, her hands coming up to my shirt buttons. "Can I...?"

I catch her hands, kissing each palm. "Tonight's about you, Emma. Let me show you how good it can be."

Her eyes meet mine, full of trust and desire. "Show me."

So, I do.

I take my time learning every inch of her body. The way she gasps when I kiss behind her ear. How she arches when I run my hands up her sides. The little whimper she makes when I find a sensitive spot.

The dress comes off slowly, each new inch of skin worshipped with lips and tongue. By the time she's in just her lace underwear, she's trembling.

"Please," she begs, though I don't think she knows what she's begging for.

"Patience," I murmur against her skin, pressing kisses along her inner thigh. Her hands fist in the sheets as I work my way higher, savoring every tremor, every soft sound she makes.

The lace of her underwear is damp - proof of how much she wants this, wants me. I hook my fingers in the waistband, looking up to meet her eyes.

Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, meet mine. She nods, lifting her hips slightly to help me.

I slide the lace down her legs, tossing it aside. The sight of her, completely bare and spread out for me, nearly undoes me.

"Fuck, Emma. You're gorgeous."

Her cheeks flush pink, but she doesn't look away.

"Touch me," she whispers. "Please."

I run my hands up her thighs, savoring the way she trembles. "I'm going to do more than touch you, doll."

Before she can respond, I lower my head, running my tongue along her pussy. The sweet taste of her explodes on my tongue, and she gasps, her hips jerking up.

"Crow!"

I hold her hips steady, diving in with purpose now. My tongue circles her clit before flicking over it, drawing out little whimpers and moans that go straight to my cock. When I slide a finger inside her, she's tight and wet and perfect.

"That's it," I murmur against her, adding a second finger. "Let me hear you."

She's writhing now, one hand fisted in my hair while the other clutches the sheets. I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her cry out.

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