We went up to Lake Como and captured pictures on a boat while cruising around. The sportswear images ended up perfect.
Then we traveled through the ancient streets of Venice, finding lots of shops with colorful windows. The perfect backdrop to promote the ICON line.
We’ve become inseparable and insatiable.
To the point I don’t want to see the trip end.
Now in Rome and done with the Diosa shoot, I had hoped that we could spend a bit of time sightseeing together, enjoying the city, but unfortunately, my father’s legal team has rang. I have to head to London. Raven will return to New York alone.
I don’t like the idea of separating from her. I feel lost knowing that tomorrow we’ll no longer be together.
A heavy feeling weighs on my chest.
When Raven is around, she’s the light.
As if summoned by my thoughts, I hear a knock on my door. I know it’s her. Opening the door, I pull her inside and then shut the door behind her.
Still in the foyer, I don’t even say hello; instead, I kiss her soft lips.
“Charles,” she breathes in between licks and nips.
“Yes, Rae?”
“You don’t want dinner?” She pulls her mouth from mine, and I groan at the loss.
“Not tonight. I’ve got room service on the way later. I want you all to myself one last time.”
“Last...”
“Well, for a night or two at most.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course. You need time alone when you get back to the city. I get that.”
I place a finger on her lips, stopping her rush of words. “Rae. It’s not that, love. I have to go to London in the morning. It just makes more sense to send you home.”
“Oh. Oh. Okay.” She nods. “You don’t want me with you in London,” she whispers, and the tone of her voice feels like a knife in my chest.
Cupping her cheeks in my hands, I smile down at her. “I want you in London with me. I’d love to show you around my hometown. But we have work to do to finish this campaign. I need you back in New York, but tonight, I need you here. With me. I need to fuck you.”
“Okay.”
Slowly, I back away and move us toward the bedroom suite. I stand her next to the footboard of the massive mahogany frame.
“Turn around. Let me help with this zipper.”
She gasps as my warm fingers touch her skin, then I remove her dress, slowly.
I work the thin material off her body until she’s left in just her knickers and lace corset.
She’s a goddess.
Sliding the lace off her, I lean in to where I know she’s desperate for me, and swipe my tongue against her skin. “You taste intoxicating. I cannot get enough of you.”
“Charles.” My name on her lips sets me ablaze.
I need her.
Her intelligence. Strength. Humor.