Page 35 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“I’m still your student, Locke,” she reminds me.
“And I still don’t give a fuck,” I say before my hand reaches the apex of her thighs.
I can smell her arousal and feel the dampness soaking the lace under my fingertips. I should tell her what I am. Show her whatreally lives beyond the mask before I take her again, but it’s too late now. I’ve held out as long as I can. Resisted too long.
She wasmine.I didn’t give a damn what the rule book said.
“You’re mine, Raven,” I rasp.
Her chest rises, brushing against mine as I lean down to nip at her lip.
“What about you?” She breathes out against me before biting my lower lip in return.
The metallic taste coats my tongue when she draws a small drop of blood. “Are you mine?”
Her chin lifts in a defiant move, so confident and strong. Nothing like the broken girl crying in my arms weeks ago.Thisis my Raven.
“I’ve been yours since I kissed you on that sidewalk," I admit. “No one touches you but me.”
“Does the same rules apply?” She hitches her leg up to my hip, allowing my fingers to explore her exposed heat.
I take her chin between my fingers. “No one touches me but you.”
She lets her lips lift in a grin. “Good. Make sure Sasha gets the memo.”
Smirking I press a hard kiss to her lips. “I’ll handle it. We still have to lay low, baby.”
“Ah, I get to be your dirty little secret,” she muses.
Pressing my hips against hers, I marvel at the way her eyes roll back. “Take off your panties.”
I drop her thigh, stepping back to watch her slide down her black thong from beneath her dress. She kicks it across the elevator, then reaches for the hem of her dress, tugging it off in one swoop. She stands bare. Naked except for the velvet black heeled boots that reach just above her knee.
Fuck me.
“You said I’m yours, Locke.” She runs her hands down her breasts, venturing lower between her legs. “Now I want you to show me.”
Chapter twenty-six
Raven
There’s something so raw and honest about me standing here, naked, while Locke stands in front of me completely dressed in his three-piece suit. His eyes scan me from head to toe, before he takes a step towards me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says as his hands dive into my hair.
His lips seal over mine in a deep kiss, his tongue slipping seamlessly into my mouth, just like it did that first time. So natural, yet so uncontrolled.
With a dip, he bends to his knees, tossing one of my legs over his shoulder. A kiss lands on the inside of my right thigh, before he hoists me up, draping my other leg over his other shoulder.
“Hang onto the railing,” he instructs.
A light kiss on my center has a moan slipping from my lips. My hands grip the wood railing just as the flat of his tongue drags across my opening.
He growls against me, before another sweep of his tongue ignites another sound of pleasure from my mouth.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he mutters against me. “You on my tongue.”
My fingers squeeze, my thighs doing the same as he ravishes me like a man starved. My hips buck when he sucks me into his mouth, my voice carrying throughout the tiny room.
