Watcher: A raven paranormal romance (Crookshollow ravens Book 1) (16 page)

“I know,” he said, that stupid grin still plastered across his face. “You have lots of work to do in the early morning.”

I nodded vigorously, like one of those bobble-head dogs. “So … goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Nightingale.” Cole said, that smirk never leaving his lips. I made to step backward, but he grabbed my arms, and pressed his lips to mine.

The touch of him was like an electrical charge surging through my body. My limbs pulsed with heat, my whole face glowed with the sheer delight of his touch. His hands cupped my cheeks as he teased my lips open, pushing his tongue between them and stroking mine. He had the faintest taste of whisky on his breath. The taste of him drove me wild.

Giddy with wine and warmth, I leaned against him. There was no pulling back now. I was committed. My hormones were speaking for me. Electricity shot through my whole body, as if I’d stuck my tongue in a light socket instead of in his mouth. At first I felt nervous, knowing that Cole was so much more experienced than me. But then he moved his hands down my body, moaning against my lips as he pressed one palm into the small of my back, the other cupping my arse, pushing my body up against him. I relaxed into the kiss, my nerves beginning to dissipate as I succumbed to the deliciousness of his touch.

This felt so different from the kiss we’d shared at the cemetery. It was so much hotter, so much more urgent. That kiss had been exploratory, inviting. But this was passionate, obsessive. It melted away my doubts, obliterated my nerves. My whole body came alive for him, it ached for his touch in a way I’d never ached before.

Cole pulled away slightly, lightly biting my lip and causing me to let out another low moan. “Let’s get you to bed,” he grinned, as he pushed the door open and pulled me into my room.

That grin
. Shit, it did things to me. My heart seemed to sink deeper into my body.

Once inside, Cole slammed the door behind me. “Now you can’t go anywhere,” he whispered, his hand on my face again, entwined in my hair. “Now you are mine.”

His words made my chest flutter. He sounded so certain, so sure. Cole wanted me, and he always got what he wanted. I was only too happy to oblige.

Cole’s kisses became more furious, more possessive. His tongue danced over mine, creating a delicious warmth that spread out from my mouth, down into my chest. I dug my nails into his back, claiming my own piece of him.

His hands traced my entire body, stroking my shoulders, my arms, skirting over my thighs. He cupped my cheeks and pulled me up, thrusting his tongue deeper. I moaned against him, drowning in him.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” I whispered against him as he pulled me across the room, toward the bed. The room was so large, it was a very long way to go. Plenty of time for him to change his mind.

“Are you kidding?” Cole grinned wider, as he pulled my grey jumper over my head. “I’ve been crazy about you ever since I first laid eyes on you.”

He looked like an excited kid who’d just come downstairs on Christmas day to find the stack of presents under the tree. No one had ever looked at me like that before, like I was a present waiting to be unwrapped.

Evidently, Cole didn’t want to wait any longer for the unwrapping. He pulled down the straps of my singlet top, exposing my collarbone. He laid a trail of kisses along my neck, over the sensitive skin. I shivered with delight.

“Fuck, Belinda.” He groaned against my skin. “I would take you right now, but I want this to be so good for you.”

“Cole, you don’t have to—” But the thought became lost in his kisses. My body ached so bad, and his touch felt so good. I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing and to throw me down and fuck me, all at the same time.

“No,” he murmured against my skin, his lips shooting a shiver of desire straight through my core. “We have to take this slow. I don’t want you to remember anything else.
Anyone
else. I only want to you remember me and what I can do to your body. I want to make you
feel
as amazing as you
are
.”

Oh God.
“You talk so good.”

“You
taste
so good.” He plunged his tongue into my mouth again.

Cole’s touches became more urgent as his hands roamed everywhere, his fingers drawing lines of fire across my skin. He lifted my arms and pulled the top over my head, throwing it somewhere across the wide expanse of the room. I might never find it again. Not that I cared.

He cupped my breasts through my bra, tracing their edges with his fingers. So slow, so patient. I pressed my body forward, desperate for more. He obeyed, reaching around with a single hand and unclasping my bra. Clearly, he’d had a lot of practice. He threw the bra out into the nothingness of the room, then held me at arm’s length, his eyes trailing hungrily over my body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Cole grinned. I grinned back. It had been so long since I’d felt desired, like I was worth any guy’s attention. But looking into his gleaming eyes and wild, mischievous expression – like that same kid who’d just been told his Christmas present was having a sleepover in a candy shop – I was starting to believe it.

He cupped my breasts again, his fingers deftly moving over the surface, circling the nipples. His touch traced a line of fire over my skin.
It must have been way too long, because I don’t remember anything ever feeling this amazing.

Cole bent down, and took my nipple in his mouth. I gasped as his tongue slid over the sensitive bud.
Oh, he’s good at this!
Wetness pooled between my legs.

He licked and suckled at my breast until I writhed against him. I twisted my fingers in his long hair, pulling his face against me, enjoying the view of his wet tongue sliding across my hard nipple. When he moved across to the other breast and dragged his teeth lightly against the tip of my nipple, my knees buckled, and I sank against him, my need pulling me under.

Cole threw me against the bed, and covered my body in his. His weight against me felt reassuring, safe. His mouth sought mine, his tongue sliding against mine with more urgency. I responded in kind, our mouths fusing together like they were made for each other.

I tried to reach around him, to circle his whole body with my arms, but he was too muscular. I settled for stroking my hands over his shoulders, across what parts of his back I could reach, revelling in the way his hard muscles moved beneath his skin. Finally, I could give in to my own desires. I trailed my fingers over his inked skin, admiring the way the pictures seemed to move as his weight shifted.

“What are you looking at?” Cole broke the kiss and stared down at me, his eyes worried. “Did I suddenly grow a third nipple or something?”

“I was admiring your tattoos,” I said, my voice wavering as his nibbled on my earlobe.

“Really? I can think of a few more exciting things you could be admiring.”

Cole laid a trail of kisses along my jawline. Every touch of his lips was like a little electric jolt. The tribal pattern on his shoulder danced as he moved his arm to cradle my head. His lips continued their trail down my neck, nuzzling into the small of my shoulder. The skin there sizzled with heat. As his lips touched it my body shuddered. He kept going, kissing along my collarbone, and down my chest.

I gasped as Cole drew my nipple into his mouth again, and that tongue swirled itself around the sensitive bud. A line of heat ran from his mouth right through my body, stopping between my legs, where the ache intensified. This was pure, exquisite torture.

Cole continued his slow, deliberate trail of kisses, moving over my stomach, his tongue plunging into my belly button. I was so turned on that when he kissed the edges of my underwear, my whole body convulsed. He grinned that wild, sexy grin. “Patience, Nightingale.”

“Damn your patience!” I moaned, not even caring anymore how out of control I was, how desperate. I needed this so badly. I needed
him
.

“Just for that, you have to wait a little longer.” Cole lifted my legs onto his shoulders and kissed my toes, behind my knees, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He ran his tongue up my thighs, squeezing my arse cheeks. He brushed his fingers over the material of my underwear, so lightly and delicately I could barely feel his touch. I growled in my throat and arched my back, trying to get him to touch me harder, to give me what I was aching for. But Cole simply grinned that infuriating grin, and went back to making circles on my thighs.

Finally, he hooked his fingers under the edge of my panties, and kissed a line across the top. I was so hot and wet by now, I was nearly ready to burst.

Slowly – agonisingly slowly – Cole rolled my underwear over my hips and down my legs, pulling my panties off my feet and tossing them from the bed. He leaned down and planted his soft lips on my mound, his eyes never leaving mine. That whisper of a touch nearly sent me over the edge.

Cole used his fingers to spread apart my lips, and he slowly licked the entire length of me, his tongue flicking over my clit before plunging inside of me.

All the surging energy inside of me concentrated on that one spot. Cole took his time, slowly licking and circling, unheeding to my groans. I bent my hips up toward him, begging him with my body to go faster, to let me give in to the rising orgasm that threatened to claim me, but he simply pushed my hips back down and went even slower.

“Ooooh, Cole, damn youuuuuuuu,” I moaned, as he slowly circled me with his tongue. My body was on fire. I was burning in the flames of my desire. How did he do this to me?

Suddenly, Cole sucked my clit into his mouth and held it there, his tongue circling it like a propeller. He thrust a finger up inside of me, and I was gone. The fire consumed me, flames tearing through my body. I lost all sense of myself, all possession of my body. All that existed was the fire, the pleasure. My vision blurred, and turned red. The fire was everywhere, even inside my eyes.

Somebody was moaning, yelling, howling like a hyena. With a fuzzy mind, I realised that somebody was me. I should have felt embarrassed, but I was too far gone.

The flames burned up the last of me, and the heat slowly left my body. I relaxed against the sheets, my vision blurry, my whole body coursing with beautiful, quiet, heavenly bliss.

Wow.
I’d had orgasms before, of course. And they were pleasant enough, but I’d never experienced anything like
that.
No one had ever made me scream or lose my sight before.

“Are you OK, there?” Cole leaned beside me, his breath hot against my ear as he made lazy trails across my stomach with his fingers.

“Mmmhmmm,” He looked so smug, like he did this all the time. He probably did. But I didn’t care. I’d never felt this good in my life. My body was a cloud, floating away. So
this
was what good sex was all about.

“I know you’re pretty wiped right now,” Cole licked my earlobe. “But I still have more in store for you.”

“Mmmhmmm.” His breath against my ear sent a shiver of delight through me. Cole circled his fingers around my nipples, teasing them into hard marbles once more. Despite the incredible orgasm that had completely wiped me of energy, I could feel the ache returning, my body responding to his touches. I was ready again. I wanted more.

Cole bent over me, his black hair brushing my cheeks as he kissed me again. This time, his kisses were more urgent. He was done playing with me, now we were both ready for him to be inside me.

“Belinda, you’re so fucking hot.” He grabbed my shoulders and rolled me on my side. I had no idea what he was doing, but I couldn’t find the words to protest. Cole lay down behind me, pressing his body against my back, wrapping his strong arms around my body, his leg hooked over mine. His cock pressed against my thigh, hard as rock.

Cole found a box of condoms in the drawer beside the bed. He rolled a condom over himself, and lay back beside me, one arm under my head, the fingers delicately stroking my nipple. The other grabbed my hip and pulled my leg up, opening me up. I closed my eyes in anticipation, the ache within me burning to be full of him.

Cole slid his tip inside me, his lips closing around my neck at the same time. I sighed with pleasure at the sensation of part of him inside me. Cole took a deep breath, his fingers digging into my thigh, then he thrust himself all the way in.

He was so huge that at first I gasped with the pain of it. He buried himself deeper, and the pain faded, becoming a deep, satisfying sensation. From this angle, he was never going to get as deep as he could go, but still I felt stretched, completely full. God, it felt so amazing. Cole pulled out, and sighed as he thrust into me once more, his length sliding through my wetness with surprising ease.

I’d never had sex in this position before. It was so odd not being able to see him, to look into his eyes. I wondered why Cole had chosen it. It didn’t seem it would be the best for him—

He reached over me, and pushed his fingers between my legs, finding my swollen clit and rubbing it with practiced ease. Now I understood why he’d chosen this position – his hands had free rein to roam over my body. The ache of an approaching orgasm swelled inside of me, driven by his exploring fingers and the sensation of him sliding inside of me.

Cole’s teeth dug into my neck as he increased his speed, each thrust shifting my body forward against the bed. The sharp pain only intensified the ache between my legs. I gripped the sheets, trying to hold myself in place, to prevent him from fucking me right off the edge of the bed.

His fingers circled me harder. I felt the pressure building inside my belly. Each thrust sent me closer to the edge, literally and figuratively. His hardness swelled inside of me, filling me completely.

He dragged his teeth along my neck, and I was gone. I tossed my head back, my body shuddering as the orgasm washed over me. The fire shot through my limbs, and red welts appeared before my eyes. For a few moments, I lost myself to the sensation as the pleasure washed over me. And then I was back, my body soaked in sweat and the delicious smell of him.

Cole grabbed both my hips with his hands and pulled my body against his, a low growl escaping his throat. “I love feeling you come against me,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through my body. I pushed back against him, meeting each powerful thrust with my hips, driving him deeper. I could feel another orgasm building as his cock stimulated.