Page 57 of A Raven Repents

“You must be joking. You think I don’t enjoy this?” He licked closer to the apex of her thighs. “If it could sustain me, I’d eat nothing else but you.”

“Giles!”

He chuckled. He quite liked embarrassing her. He nibbled softly with his teeth.

“You know what I mean. Promise me you’ll take your pleasure too. Like the first time.”

“I promise. Now spread these legs and show me how much you want it.”

She opened wide for him and he claimed her with his mouth. He hadn’t been exaggerating. It was his favorite thing. She tasted like heaven itself. And the desperate noises she made, fighting between letting it out and keeping it in. Dear God, it made him feral with need. Every morsel of a gentleman, abandoning him.

Her legs trembled and she gripped her fingers into his hair, forcing a groan from his throat.

“Giles, please don’t stop.”

Never. He couldn’t say the word and interrupt her momentum. She was close now. She gasped, and the noises that followed were strained. She was trying so hard to keep quiet.

After she calmed, he pressed one last, soft kiss before moving over the top of her. “I won’t mind if the whole house knows how well pleasured you are.”

He could almost hear a blush in her breathless laugh. “I want you inside my body now, Giles.”

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You’ve rendered me incapable of pulling your hair and demanding it. Please just do it.”

How could he possibly refuse? He was certainly desperate for it. He nudged against her entrance, cursing her need for darkness. He wanted to see her face so he could know if she was hurting. “Promise me you’ll tell me if it hurts, even just a bit.”

“I promise.”

Gently, he pushed into her body. She moaned, and it didn’t sound like pain, but he was so afraid of doing that again. “Is it alright?”

“It’s wonderful. Keep going.”

He plunged into her again. It was like her body was made for him. Nothing had ever felt better.

“More.”

Her eager demand spurred him on, but without light, he had to see with his hands. He held one above her breast so he could feel it shake with each plunge, her nipple brushing against his palm. Her hips came up to meet him, urging him deeper.

“Please,” she begged. “It’s so good, but I need more.”

Soon, he was thrusting into her, both of them gasping for breath. He was dreadfully close, but he had to hold on. Her moans were escalating with each repetition, and he wanted to feel her body grip him and hear her call out as she took her pleasure once more.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she didn’t hold back. Her shouts echoed the pleasure that shot through him like a clap of thunder, so powerful he barely managed to hold himself up through the turmoil.

When it eased, he collapsed beside her, blowing out a long breath. “Finally.”

Even her giggle was breathless. “Finally what?”

“Finally, I got the vigorous bedsport I was looking for the night I followed you into that study at Lady Hempsted’s ball.”

“I think, perhaps, I was looking for that too. I just didn’t know it yet.” She hummed with a satisfied sigh.

He pulled her face toward him and kissed her. “Thank you for luring me into your astonishingly delectable trap, even if it took me a while to realize that’s what it was.”

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