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I slam my lips against hers, closing the small gap, and dig my hands into her hair, tugging her as close as I can get her. Raven gasps into my mouth, giving me the perfect opportunity to slide my tongue in. She matches me stroke for stroke, like we’ve been doing this our whole lives. The taste of her is addictive, and I can’t stop.
Bringing my hand up, I cup her breast, swallowing the moan that leaves her. Raven’s hands find their way into my hair and pulls me closer, almost to the point where neither one of us can breathe, we’re so close.
Bending down, I grab her ass and pick her up. Raven wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us the short distance to the bed. When my knees hit the edge, I lay her down, still not breaking apart. I’ve never kissed someone for so long before, but with her, I just can’t get enough.
My body stretches on top of her, her curves fitting perfectly against my hard edges, and I groan, running my hand down her body, pasther tits and to her thigh. I hook it over my leg and grind into her like a teenager getting laid for the first time.
Raven whimpers at the contact, finally breaking the kiss as she gasps, “Fuck, that feels so good, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
Trailing kisses down her neck, I reply, “Don’t plan on it, baby.” I feel her shiver at the nickname, and I smile against her skin. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” I growl, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt and pulling it up.
Her breasts spill out, and my jaw drops. Beautiful, dusky pink nipples greet me, and my mouth waters at the sight. I glance up at Raven—her head is thrown back against the pillow, eyes closed, and her breathing shallow.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I demand as I pinch her nipple.
Chapter Thirty-Three
RAVEN
My eyes fly open, my gaze slightly unfocused as I take in this moment—James in bed… with me.
I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to stop and say this was a mistake, but he’s looking at me with so much lust in his eyes that I’m starting to think that maybe this might be it. That I’ve finally gotten through to him.
I reach out to cup his face again, his stubble scratching my hand lightly, and I can’t help but think of how it would feel against my inner thighs. My cheeks flush, and I clench my thighs, my core pulsing with desire.
James’s eyes blaze with heat, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. I might be a virgin, but I read, I can handle whatever he throws at me… I think.
Starting to feel self-conscious, I go to cover myself when a hand slaps mine.
“Don’t ever cover up in front of me again,” he orders. “If I tell you to be naked all day, every day, you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Are we clear?”
My heart pounds in my chest as I nod my head. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he praises, and I melt into a puddle under him. “Are you going to be a good little slut for Daddy and open these pretty thighs so I can have dessert?”
The gush of desire that floods my panties is no joke, and I’m seriously wondering if it’s possible to come from words alone.
James sits back on his haunches and lifts his own T-shirt up, exposing his chiseled physique that’s covered in tattoos.
God damn, what is it about a man covered in tattoos that’s so freaking hot?
My mouth gapes open as my gaze shifts to the dark smattering of hair above his sweatpants, and down to the obscenely large bulge hiding underneath. I swallow.
Sensing my unease, James asks, “How you doing, pretty girl?”
My eyes flick up to his. “Green,” I breathe out.
He nods once before placing his hands gently on either side of my shorts and tugging them down. The cool air hits my overheated center, and I whimper. He runs a finger up through my slit, and I gasp at the sensation—other than myself, no one has ever touched me before.
As if he can read my mind, he asks, “Have you ever been touched here before?”
I shake my head, words failing me. His eyes darken at my admission. Does he like knowing that he’s the only man to ever touch me? To have all my firsts? A low rumble sounds from his chest… I’m guessing that’s a yes?
“No one touches what’s mine,” he growls before slowly lowering his head and placing small kisses to the inside of my thigh.
I feel like I’m about to combust. I grab a handful of his hair as I beg, “Please, James.”
He snaps his head up, and I hear the sound before the pain registers—he just slapped my ass. I’d be shocked if I didn’t know I already loved it.
