Wings of the Raven (8 page)

Now it was three weeks later, and after a short reception, we waved goodbye to our families and friends and took off for a week on the beach—this time in
Monterey
. Neither of us felt like flying anywhere again. After we arrived at our hotel, Will carried me over the threshold into our suite and we fell together onto the bed, ignoring our luggage, the cold non-alcoholic champagne, and even the gorgeous sunset we could see through the French doors to our balcony.

His kiss was deep and sweet, but full of all the same hunger and desire I was feeling for him. Our families had kept us apart last night, and the last two days had been so busy we’d barely seen each other.

“I love you, wife,” he said when we stopped to breathe. His green eyes glittered like dew-covered leaves as he looked down at me.

“Love you back, husband.” I smiled up at him and ran one finger along his cheek. “Now why do we have so many clothes on?”

“A very good question, Mrs. Lightfoot.” He untied the straps of the halter-top sundress I’d changed into for the drive, then lowered the fabric to my waist. “Mmm. The brochure was right. The view in here
is
incredible.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Mostly because I’d just finished unbuttoning his Hawaiian print shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He had a few thin scars from his stab wounds in San Alonzo, but they didn’t detract from the masculine beauty of his smooth, sculpted chest. Playfully, I leaned up and nipped his shoulder. “Hurry
up.
”

“Fine.” He laughed, scooping me up off the bed and over one shoulder while he pulled down the covers. Then he dumped me back on the bed, peeling off my dress and panties as he went—though he did take just a moment to admire the white lace thong before he removed it. Finally, he slipped my sandals off my feet. Once I was sprawled naked on the sheets, he stepped back and made quick work of his jeans and sneakers.

I licked my lips at the sight of my warrior, so strong and proud, beside the bed. He stepped up slowly, the confident swagger of a predator claiming his mate. His cock thrust forward, hard and ready, and I spread my legs farther, already wet and craving him.

“You’re finally mine,” he said, as he knelt between my legs. He kissed me hard, then trailed his lips down to my breasts. His tongue laved each one until the peaks were hard and aching. They were starting to get bigger, and were so sensitive now, I nearly came.

“I’ve always been yours,” I said breathily. “You just took a while to figure it out.”

“Yeah, I’m a little slow like that,” he said. He took one hand and used it to rub the tip of his penis around my pussy, coating it in my cream and teasing the swollen folds.

“Slow can be good,” I said, lifting my hips to meet him. I wanted his length inside me more than I wanted to breathe. “But fast can be fun too.”

“You want it fast?” He straightened his spine to kiss me on the mouth again. The cool air on my wet nipples made them tingle. “I can give it to you any way you like.” His cock prodded at my entrance.

“Just give it to me then,” I demanded. “Soft and slow, hard and fast, it doesn’t matter…” I broke off and gasped as he filled me, sliding easily into my wet heat. My walls clutched at him, drawing him deeper. “Just as long as it’s you.”

“Always,” he promised as he began to move.

I smiled up at him, canting my hips to meet his thrusts. “Yes, my love. Always.”

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