Page 46 of Evermore: Heart of the Raven

People suffocating want air. Starving men want food. But the desire, the need for the thing that will keep them alive is so much more than want. It’s an ache that if not relieved will mean the end of their own life. It’s the ache I feel over my entire body right now. I ache for Connor.

He leans over and takes the tiny object he came into the room with off of the small table beside the bed.

“I haven’t had time to warm this up. It’s going to feel cold. But I think it will help us out. I’ll still go slow and if you want to stop, you just have to tell me, OK?”

I feel his fingers touch me again and they’re coated in some sort of slick liquid that is indeed quite cold. He rubs it against me and it heats with the warmth of our bodies in seconds. My body’s awareness of his touch is heightened. My skin feels so much more sensitive to even tiny, imperceptible movements. His fingers slide into me again, and this time, the feeling is softer and makes me feel even hungrier for him.

“I like that,” I murmur, trying desperately to remember the rules and tell him what I’m thinking and feeling. It’s so hard when my body is screaming for me to just beg for him. “It feels good. Soft.”

“Good. God, you’re so hot inside. You feel amazing, Raven.” His fingers pump in and out of me slowly, each time sinking further into my body.

I respond to his touch again, my body racing toward another climax. “Connor.” I clutch at his shoulders and bring him to my mouth. “I want to …” I can’t finish, my hips buck and start a slow, rhythmic rolling as his fingers continue to slide in and out of me. He withdraws them for a moment and I whimper. When they return, they’re slick with more of the lubricant he’s brought to the bed with him.

“Don’t chase it, baby. We’ll get there. Relax and let go.” His words. Oh, how this man woos me with his words. The tender gentle meaning behind them, the rough breathy way they sound, the heat of his breath on my skin. I feel the muscles inside my body contract again, releasing a flood of violent spasms that shake my body and force my back to bow, arching into his hand as a second, powerful orgasm claims me.

Connor lies on his side stretched out alongside me. His fingers fondle my breasts, the slickness of the lube and my own release coats my nipples as he rasps and strokes them. He’s letting me recover again. Patient. Perfect.

“Come down a bit, Little Bird,” he says.

I pant and feel my body begin to relax, the lube turning warm between my legs and at my breasts now. My body is satisfied, but the ache still pulses between my legs. I need more. Connor just grins at me, adoration making his blue eyes fairly glow in the dim light around us.

“You’re not going to make love to me? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I …” His lips silence mine with hungry licks. His teeth capture my lower lip and he sucks it into his mouth, giving it a tiny nip.

“Shh, Raven, you’re unbelievable. I’ve never been with anyone who is so sensual and so sensitive. I absolutely love it. I love it too much. You’ve got me ready to blow, Little Bird. Give me a minute to breathe or I’m going to ruin this for us. Understand?”

I swallow and lick my lips nodding, although my Inner Sex Goddess is ready to have a full-on tantrum.

“Is the lube helping?” He asks, kissing me softly along my mouth, neck and shoulders. My body shivers yet I’m still burning at every touch.

“Yes. It’s so good.” His fingers begin their slow dance at my soaked entrance again.

“Good.” His mouth presses the word into the flesh of my neck over and over again as he slides his body over mine. He coaxes my legs wide apart to accommodate his bulk. I feel the tip of his staff nudge at my opening. I lift my hips eager to feel him, wanting to have him inside me. Unafraid of it now.

“Slow. Don’t rush. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers and nudges himself inside me a fraction. He moans even at this first contact that is barely more than a touch. “God, Raven.”

He pulls back, then presses again, this time inching just a fraction further inside me. My mind clouds with sensation. My body stretches, my skin pulls. But instead of the pain, I feel only fullness. It’s as if there’s been something missing inside of me all my life, and I’m only now feeling the space fully filled with the one thing that was created to belong there.

Connor groans. “OK?” he asks for the tenth time. I know he’s trying to be careful with me, but I can’t wait anymore.

I lift my hips up and swallow him down inside me in a long, easy slide. When he’s fully sheathed inside me, his body falls atop mine as if I have pulled his strength into me and not just his erection.

“Holy … Raven … Jesus.” It’s all he says in a loop over and over as he slides by fractions in and out of me.

“It feels so good,” I whisper. “You feel good,” I start my own loop of repeated words. My mind is incapable of anything else. We begin to rock back and forth with one another in a slow, steady rhythm. We’re joined, coupled and locked together in a grip I never want to let go. I hold him inside me, pressing my knees around his hips and locking my ankles at the small of his back. He scoops my hips higher allowing me to take him deeper. He growls and then moans. The sounds have the same effect on me as his words.

“I’m not going to last much longer, baby. Damn.” He groans into my neck.

“Don’t then,” I beg. I’m so close and I want us to come together.

We continue to rock, our hips rolling against each other in a seesaw that has me catapulting off of a cliff face and then hanging suspended in the air like a glider. I grip the lion and hold onto his mane as we find release together. The last sound I hear that rings through my ears is my own name — Connor’s benediction,Raven.

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