Ibarra straightened his spine. “I am more cunning than Lorenzo.”
“The Prince was made by the Roman. He has his protection. No one will move against him now.”
“Now, perhaps not.” Ibarra smiled. “But with the appropriate tinder…” He gestured upward. “An explosion.”
Aoibhe gazed at him suspiciously. “What are you planning?”
Ibarra’s eyes gleamed. “A bonfire of vanities.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
WILLIAM WAS ALWAYS SERIOUS, always focused. But after the unexpected conversation while he washed her hair, Raven observed a new cast to his movements as he carried her to bed.
His naked body was taut with determination and resolve. He spread himself atop her on the large bed, his forearms bracketing her shoulders.
She looked up into the gray eyes of a panther, assessing and unblinking. The muscles in his chest were hard and unyielding as they grazed against her breasts.
Raven found his silence unnerving. She bit at her lip, waiting for him to speak. But he remained silent.
Without breaking eye contact, his hand found her cheek. His cool fingers danced down the curve of her neck, making her body shiver.
Then he touched her breasts.
William’s movements were unhurried, a contrast to the hunger in his eyes.
He continued to stare as his hand cupped her full breast, his thumb passing over her nipple, feather light. He repeated the motion several times before moving to the other breast.
Raven sighed as he teased, her excitement heightened by the way his eyes remained fixed on hers. He watched her, reading her, anticipating every reaction.
Her skin bloomed with heat, despite the coolness of his touch.
His palm slid down her curves from breasts to hips, smoothing over her abdomen and drifting down, down to the apex of her thighs.
William shifted his weight, withdrawing his hips so he could kneel between her legs. But still, his glittering eyes remained focused on hers.
He placed his hands on her thighs and pressed, separating her legs. His hand slipped to where she desired him most, his touch prompting her to slide closer to him.
He traced, he tempted, he teased.
Raven closed her eyes as his fingertips skated between her legs. With a growl, he cupped the back of her head.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She opened her eyes, but before she could speak, he claimed her mouth.
William’s kiss was firm. It made promises and exacted them in return. All the while, his fingers danced between her legs.#p#分页标题#e#
Raven panted.
He gazed down into her eyes as he maintained his pace, his touch slow and even.
Raven gasped as she felt the orgasm build and finally seize her.
William continued his ministrations until Raven jerked backward.
“Too sensitive,” she murmured.
He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers as he shifted atop her once again.
He pulled her knees so they pressed into his sides. The tip of him brushed against her entrance.
Raven gripped his shoulders as he filled her.
Once he was seated inside her, William refrained from moving. Instead, he caressed her face and traced the fullness of her lips, made damp by his mouth.
An exhale escaped him, the gentle waft of breath against Raven’s skin a studied contrast to his glittery, impatient eyes.
She lifted her hips, and he initiated a slow, deep rhythm.
Raven moved with him, clinging to his shoulders as his powerful thrusts pushed her toward the headboard.
She kissed him, their tongues matching the movements of their lower bodies.
William trailed down to her breasts, grazing a nipple with his teeth before pulling it into his cool mouth. He began a strong, sucking motion, alternating with gentle licks that had Raven teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain.
Her fingers slid down his spine and along the firm curves of his backside. She clutched him, urging him into her again and again.
William would not speed. His pace was sure but slow, and breathtakingly deep.
“I want to drink you.” His expression grew dangerous.
She managed a nod as he surged forward and withdrew, again and again.
He shifted the angle, and Raven groaned, scratching at his lower back.
“It seems I’ve taken a tiger to bed.” He grinned wickedly.
Raven scratched harder, trying to force him to increase his pace. Her nails barely made an impression on his pale, impervious skin.
“Why hurry?” He gripped the hip above her uninjured leg, adjusting the angle so he could enter her more deeply. “We have hours to enjoy one another.”
She moaned at the suggestion. Surely she would explode into flames before a few more minutes elapsed.
He kissed her nose. “Relax.”
His mouth tasted her breasts. “Savor the sensations.”