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RAVEN
I can’t believehow beautiful this day has turned out to be.
The adrenaline zips through me while the car engine roars beneath my feet and the space in front of me gets closer at an amazing speed.
I’ve never envisioned myself as a car racer, an adventurer, a risk taker, or a woman falling in love.
It’s been a few hours since he showed up at my door and invited me to come here with him, and then things sort of went down the hill.
And some things might’ve happened, and they weren’t supposed to.
I don’t know what happened to me.
I don’t think he expected me to react the way I did.
That first hug put a spell on me and feeling him against my body, his breath in my hair, and my emotions threatening to surface, it took so little, really, to have my chest brimming with fire and be unable to swallow down the lump lodged in my throat.
I wanted him so badly that it took an enormous effort to hold back. But I wasn’t very good at it and failed eventually.
His lips pressed against mine only fueled the fire and the rest that was about to happen.
But that’s not what has taken me by surprise.
Feeling him inside me after pulling away from him mentally and physically, after musing that it might never happen again, has made me crumble inside.
And that’s when everything I had kept secret started to push through the veneer of lust.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
He didn’t know that, but he was responsible for it––as much as I was. His eyes talked to me while studying my face and lips and the tender gestures of longing I made while kissing his fingers.
His eyes have always been hostage to his brain, and in true villain fashion, they rebelled against his mind’s firm grip on his heart and let out a few things.
I know why he’s pulled away from me.
I know he was angry, but more than that, he was trying to hide how he felt.
That made me emotional.
That made me come the moment he thrust his erection into me.
That made me initially pull down at his feet and take him into my mouth.
Seducing him, I tried to chip away at that feeling that I was so involved with him that it was hard to hold his gaze.
It worked.
For a while, at least.
But as I felt his pleasure and knew how much I wanted him, I was aware that once I’d have him deep inside me, my emotion would erupt, so I tried not to let it all out.
But words dripped… Tiny little words, stating the truth, making something clear.
I handed him my heart.
He took it and kissed it.