“Witch,” he muttered in a voice rough with need. “You had best stop before I spend myself.”
“Not yet…”
For several long heartbeats more, she pleasured and aroused him, until he was nearly writhing. Her sense of power swelled to bursting as he fought for control.
“Do you intend to make me beg you?” he rasped.
Raising her head from his straining shaft, Raven sent him a challenging look. “Would you really beg?”
“Yes…sweet mercy, yes. Please, my lovely Raven…”
“Well…” To give like this was ecstasy, but she wanted to take as well. She gave Kell a taunting smile. “Since you insist…”
Straddling his waist with her thighs, she leaned forward, deliberately letting her breasts lightly caress his chest. “I don’t believe you are hot enough yet.”
Her teasing made him clench his teeth. “Damn you, vixen… Any hotter and I will burst into flame.”
Indeed his eyes smoldered as she eased downward over his rigid sex, slowly impaling herself.
Kell shuddered as if it were almost more than he could bear, and her sense of power intensified. She loved having him fill her this way-and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted him to participate in his own ravishment.
Bending, she grasped his wrists and drew his hands to her breasts, her hard nipples stabbing his palms. Immediately he understood her need and complied, rubbing the aching peaks. Raven gave a sigh of rapture at the exquisite sensations and arched her back.
She nearly moaned when his magical hands left her, but he only pulled her thighs wider, lifting his hips to thrust more deeply inside her.
Raven quivered at the scalding hot feel of him urgently filling her, at the clawing need that began to build within her. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time, how her tenuous control vanished while his only seemed to grow.
He took command then, tangling his hand in her hair, forcing her head down until her mouth met his in a feverish kiss. Raven clutched his shoulders while her hips helplessly rocked against his, trying desperately to assuage the hungry primitive ache.
His kiss burned her to near oblivion, while the vibrant fiery pleasure mounted to a sudden, startling explosion that made them both shatter. Her cry of ecstasy mingled with Kell’s groans as the powerful climax swept them both away.
Gasping for breath, Raven collapsed bonelessly on top of him, her hair falling around his face, a curtain of silk. Weakly his arms came up to encircle her, and he lay unmoving.
When finally she regained her senses it was to find Kell stroking her naked back, nuzzling her temple with his lips.
“Did you find that adequate?” she murmured when she could summon the energy to speak.
She felt him smile against her hair. “Unequivocally.”
Easing her off him, Kell drew the sheets up to cover their nakedness, then lay back and gathered Raven closer. Languidly she curled against him and shut her eyes.
It was a long moment before he broke the silence. “What do you call him, your fantasy lover?”
Raven stiffened at the question. “I don’t have a name for him.”
“What does he look like then?”
She hesitated. “Like a pirate. He has black hair and dark eyes.”
“As I do?” He rolled on his side, his gaze finding hers. “Should I be flattered?”
“I don’t think so. I imagined him long before I met you.”
Kell reached up to brush a tendril of hair from her forehead, but he seemed thoughtful when he spoke. “If I had a fantasy lover, I think she would be very much like you… Flashing blue eyes, a heart-shaped face, a beautiful, slender body with lush breasts…”
Raven stirred self-consciously as his voice washed over her, but Kell wasn’t done.
“She would know not only how to pleasure me, she would know how to make my body sing, to wring me dry and make me ache with need…” A smile flickered across his mouth. “Does your lover do all that?”