Chapter 15 Raven #2
She gasped, tearing her gaze away to stare at me, horror lingering on her face. Aw, she figured it out.
“Oh, Raven. I’m so sorry.”
“My son never had the chance to be born. He died in the womb,” I faltered, clearing the lump in my throat that followed those words, “but I loved him, and every day I still miss him, wondering what it would have been like to watch him grow up.”
“Of course. That’s only natural.”
“I heard his heartbeat, Bree. I saw him moving on the computer screen. His little arms and legs and,” my voice broke, and I couldn’t hold the pain inside. My body shuddered.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she hugged me so fucking tight, and that agony that I’d been carrying for ten years didn’t feel like it would tear me apart anymore.
Neither of us moved for a solid minute.
Brianna finally leaned back, lifting her hands to my face. Her fingers slid over my beard as a soft smile hovered on her lips. She leaned down, lightly pressing her mouth to mine, letting us feel the warmth of one another.
Soft, sweet lips molded to mine, increasing our connection. A tiny moan rose in her throat as she pushed through the seam of my mouth, sliding her tongue inside and tasting me, sweeping, tangling our tongues in a tether before she pulled back to nibble on my bottom lip with her teeth.
I thought the kiss was over, but it was like she couldn’t get enough, swooping back in to lightly bite, tease, and taste my lips like they were the sweetest candy she had to devour.
My hands fisted the sheets, desperate to touch her and fighting the wicked lust burning in my brain.
And just when I thought she had enough, she rolled her hips, rubbing her scantily clad pussy against my rock-hard dick. My balls felt heavy and full, and I wanted nothing more than to fill her up with every drop of my cum.
Fuck. Me.
I had never experienced anything as erotic as this young woman taking what she needed and wanted from me, moaning into my mouth, and sliding the pads of her fingers across my chest, shoulders, and biceps to caress every inch within her reach.
I’d been with a lot of women in my years on this earth. Hell, before I met Sarah, I fucked a new chick at least five nights a week.
As a new patch into the Devil’s Murder, I took advantage of what those muffler bunnies offered, and I’d had every single one of them in my bed often.
The point was that I never felt like this, so fucking aroused, so caught up and driven with the need to claim a female as I did with Brianna. At my age, it was fucking insane.
“Raven, touch me.”
“Where, baby? You got to be specific.”
“My, my pussy,” she stuttered.
“Goddamn, sweetheart, you’re making me so fucking hard.” I finally lifted my hands, placing one on her hip, watching her reaction.
A brief nod followed.
My other hand lifted the edge of the shirt she’d worn to bed. “Can I get rid of this?”
She grabbed the hem, pulled it over her head, and tossed it aside.
Blown. Away.
I’d seen a lot of tits as a biker and gone to dozens of strip clubs. Women had strutted and wrapped their bodies around poles in front of me like pros. Naked breasts were nothing new.
But hers? Motherfucking perfection.
My mouth watered as I forced my gaze upward, licking my lips. “Those are the most perfect tits I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing.”
She laughed, bouncing them.
“Sugar, I need to touch you everyfuckingwhere. You okay with that?”
A flash of hesitation, and then she nodded.
Shit. I had to cool the lust fogging my brain a little.
My hands settled on her hips as I flicked out my tongue, rolling it over and around one of her nipples. The flesh puckered, and I groaned, sucking it into my mouth, laving the bud until it hardened. I switched to the other breast, giving the same attention as her fingers slowly slid over my head.
“I love that you’re bald.”
A laugh burst free from my chest. “Okay. That’s good.”
“No, really. It’s sexy and combined with that salt and pepper beard of yours, all that dark ink, and the hard muscles of your body,” she shrugged, pausing, “you’re beautiful, Raven.”
It was the first time a woman ever said that to me.
I blinked, laying her back against the sheets, and followed, laying in the cradle of her body.
Mate. The crow cawed in my head—only my mate.
MINE.
A vicious, possessive, hungry growl rumbled through my chest.
“I will be whatever wish. Take from me, touch me, show me what you desire. I only want to please you.”
She hooked her thumbs in her underwear and yanked them down, kicking the material from her legs as I leaned back, devouring the sight of shapely limbs and toned thighs. Legs a mile fucking long that would wrap around my waist and hold on tight when I fucked her.
Woah. I was losing this fight. My mind and my body were taking control.
She spread her legs wide, pushing down on my shoulders. “Show me what you meant, Raven.”
I flattened my stomach to the mattress, tugging her to me as I leaned in and inhaled, her natural musk and clean feminine scent driving me wild. So pink and ripe and glistening. A little cherry I wanted to savor. “Tell me, sweet girl, anyone ever devour your pretty little cunt?”