7
Luka
All I could thinkabout was getting Raven out of her dress and on top of me. Her scent alone was enough to make me hard and her kiss was like a force of nature, ready to consume me. Sex was a currency for me, a way of life. It was how I gained power and how I sustained myself. I lived for sex and I was good at it. The only thing all my partners had in common was that they were mine to claim; they bent to my will and gave me what I needed. I prided myself on being fair. My partners got off too. But it wasn’t about them. It was about me.
With Raven, all I could think of was pleasing her. I wanted to yield to her, to let her win. To let her have all of me. This wasn’t just sex. This was something else.
And it fucking terrified me.
I slid my fingers under the straps of her dress, ready for anything to distract me from the way I was feeling. I needed to get caught up in the moment itself, focus on the sex. My hands slid down her throat to her shoulders, the soft skin sending a rush of goosebumps down my arms. Trying to ignore the pounding of my heart, I pushed her strap down, then the other.
The only way to turn the tables on her was to take control the only way I knew how. I had to fuck her. It wasn’t personal that way. It was my nature.
Breaking away from the kiss, I meant to grab her and carry her to the pile of pillows or bend her over. Either would suit me. But her eyes…
I locked in on her gaze, her green eyes staring at me with something different from the usual desire I saw in a woman’s eyes. She wasn’t hazy or unfocused. She wasn’t thinking with her libido. She was seeing me. Really seeing me.
Women didn’t see me like this. They saw a way to get off as I did with them. But this was Raven. I hardly knew her but when I stared at her, it was as if we’d simply been apart a while.
Suddenly, it was like I knew exactly what she needed from me. Raven didn’t need me to coddle her. She didn’t need me to sweep her off her feet in a romantic gesture. She was hurting, and she needed distraction.
I wasn’t sure how I knew that or why, but I could sense it. And I was ready to deliver.
Raven broke eye contact first, and I made my move. With a wicked grin, I swept in, lifting her over my shoulder. She squealed, then laughed. Her bare tits pressed against my back and I growled at the sensation of her soft flesh against me.
I threw her down on the pile of pillows and she landed on her back, her red hair framing her face like a halo. She told me she was a mage but right now, she was sending a pulse my way that vibrated through me like a beacon. It wasn’t normal for a mage. It was the way it felt when I connected with another creature of the underworld. When two demons fucked, it was euphoric, but also dangerous. The pleasure could be too much and it could ignite magic in unexpected ways.
For a moment, I considered stopping. But the pull to her was too strong. Quickly, I imagined the clothing gone from both of us, altering the dream to my will.
Raven gasped as the air made contact with her bare flesh. Then she smirked. A delicious, inviting, mischievous smirk that had my balls aching for release.
I kneeled down and spread her legs apart roughly, making room for myself. I could smell her arousal and her pussy glinted with wetness. The pulse between us intensified, linking us. Whatever she was, she wasn’t a normal mage. It didn’t matter, though. Risk or not, she would be worth it.
Settling between her thighs, I heard her hold her breath, and I plowed in without giving her time to adjust.
She cried out, a sound that was pain mixed with pleasure. It was a sound I knew well, and I lived for it.
“Oh my god,” she breathed.
Leaning down, I silenced her with a kiss. Raven wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging into my back as I thrusted inside her. Her hips lifted and fell in rhythm, matching my movements, our bodies coming together as both of us began to pant.
Her tits pressed against my chest, sending shivers down my spine. I kissed her again, then bit down on her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. She moaned, then arched her back, lifting her hips just right. My cock tightened, nearly ready for release.
Startled at how quickly she’d brought me to this point, I pulled out. For the first time in my life, I wondered what it would be like to be with Raven alone. I moved away from her, taking deep breaths. People like me didn’t settle down with one woman. People like me lived in the shadows. We didn’t get happily ever afters.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
Her words were breathy, and her gaze hooded. She was nearly panting. This time, there was no pulse. No soul piercing stare. Just lust.
Growling, I grabbed her and threw her over so she was on her stomach. Pulling her hips to me, I entered her from behind. My fingers dug into her ass, keeping her in place as I thrust hard. Each thrust was like a test. How long could I go until I lost control?
She moaned, her skin hot under my touch. I leaned in until my lips touched her neck, kissing her while she squirmed under me. Her moans grew to cries and just when I thought I couldn’t hold out anymore, she let out a scream of pleasure.
I gave in as her body pulsed under me, taking me deeper inside her as I released.
Raven rested her head on my arm as we collapsed in the pile of pillows. The salty scent of the sea hung in the air, a taste of memories long gone. I brushed the sweat-slicked hair away from her forehead and kissed her gently. She was perfect. Everything about her made me never want to leave this moment. I wanted to hold her and breathe her in. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to be with only her.
The thought was alarming, but it was worse to think of a life without her in it. Nothing made sense. But then again, this was all a dream.