Page 113 of Shadow's Raven

“Raven?”

“Mmm?” My tongue traversed the column of his throat and his fingers dug in further.

“Did you hear me?”

“I heard you and I think you’d better get moving.”

Preoccupied, I hardly noticed when his power altered us both into murky apparitions, nearly undetectable in the fading light.

We sped out of the valley and into the forest in the opposite direction of Embour. Enormous trees whizzed by and I stopped trying to kiss his mouth so he could see where he was going.

The novelty of being nothing more than shadow hardly interested me. I could marvel at it some other time.

I couldn’t keep my hands from exploring. Nothing would distract me from my task. I needed to touch him everywhere, to feel his heavy erection in my hand, to guide it to where I needed it most.

Holding onto his neck with my left arm, I let my right wander down his chest and over his stomach. Taut muscles under my touch reminded me how strong and powerful this male was.

When I hit the buckle of his belt, I pulled on the strap and worked the accursed contraption until it was open. I managed to get the button of his pants undone with one hand. The zipper was more of a struggle.

His voice came out low and rumbly when he asked, “What are you doing, Little Bird?”

“Unwrapping a gift,” I quipped, carelessly tugging at his fly.

Casimir chuckled darkly. Invisible powers pressed against my legs, sliding under my clothing and against my skin. Like hot coils come to life, they slithered across my chest, around my back, and down to my center.

My eyes closed, embracing the sensations, anticipating where this was headed. His pleasure-inducing powers brought me to life, turning me into a wanton creature.

I bucked. I pleaded. I demanded friction, release, anything to feed this ravenous craving. Casimir had other ideas.

The Shadow rotated my body so my back was to his front. I might not be able to see him, but I could feel every inch of his soul sliding against mine, feel his strong body doing the same. The coils wrapped like vines, securing us together.

His chin rested on my shoulder, putting his mouth right at my ear. “You have no idea,” he whispered, hands deftly undoing the front of my leathers, “how hard it is to keep my hands off of you, every second I’m with you, to refrain from pleasuring you just to watch you fall apart and ensure you’re prepared for the fucking I’m going to give you.”

The fabric of my tunic twisted and then tore in half. My bra met the same fate. Casimir’s shadowy magic coated my breasts, rubbing and kneading erotically, keeping away the chill of the air as we flew.

“You consume my thoughts.” His teeth bit the tendon at my lower neck causing me to moan. “I’m going to act out every dirty fantasy my mind has been torturing me with. Starting now.”

His dark pledge rang in my ears sparking my own imagination. Coils pulled my legs further apart while the brawny male ripped my leathers in half down the seam between my legs. He left the small slip of silky underwear intact. Talented fingers slid over the soft fabric in long, leisurely strokes.

“These are deliciously wet,” he praised, “but, sadly, in the way.”

Hooking his fingers around the fabric of the crotch, he yanked, popping the threads holding the garment together. A finger pressed firmly down on my clit at the same time a hot ghostly limb entered my channel and held tortuously still.

Casimir had me impossibly secured, prohibiting movement. My blood pressure skyrocketed with frustration. I made sure he felt my exasperation through the bond.

He ground his cock into my backside. “More?”

“Gods, yes,” I all but begged.

The magical phallus slowly glided in and out. The phantoms attending to my torso pulled at my nipples while their master kissed and scraped his teeth on my neck.

It was indecent and naughty and better than anything I’d ever experienced. I felt an awakening while in his invisible embrace–a proliferation of passion that would change me forever.

“I want so badly to lower my zipper and slip inside your tight heat right now.”

“Do it,” I encouraged.

“Not yet.”

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