As his lips met hers, Penelope felt she was in another world where she was safe and loved. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body responding to his touch. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the hard lines of his chest pressing against her breasts.
Slowly, Raven moved down her body, his lips leaving a fire trail as they kissed and nibbled at her skin. Penelope's breath hitched, her heart pounding as she waited for what was to come. She could feel the anticipation building, the tension between them growing with each passing second.
Finally, Raven reached the apex of her desire, his fingers gently probing, teasing, and coaxing her body to respond to his touch. He then returned to his breasts, its peaks rosy and pointed. Most men thought the bigger the better, but Penelope's was more than enough for him. She had enough to drive him insane with need.
He rolled her nipples gently between his fingers, his touch gentle as he looked at her face. Raven wanted to make it feel good for her, enough for Penelope never to forget that it was him who made her feel this way, that he was the one who could bring her to such heights of pleasure.
As his fingers continued to explore her body, Penelope let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the pleasure Raven was unleashing within her. His lips trailed down her body, leaving a trail of fire as he kissed her stomach, moved lower, and finally found their way to her hips. Her breath hitched again, and she knew what was coming next.
Raven's hands moved lower, his fingers finding the moist heat between her legs. She parted her legs for him, inviting him to explore further. His touch was gentle yet firm as he began to stroke her with slow, deliberate movements. Penelope's body tensed, her heart thudding in her chest as she anticipated her release.
He continued to tease her, making her crave more until she could bear it no longer. With a desperate plea, Penelope reached down to pull him closer, wanting him to fill her completely. Raven didn't hesitate, positioning himself at her entrance and pushing forward. Their bodies merged, and for a moment, all that existed was the connection between them, the union of their souls in a single, intense moment.
He thrust into her in one smooth motion. Penelope was so hot, so tight that Raven felt he was going to burst inside her in an instant.
Shit. Raven cursed inwardly.
He didn't want to lose control, but it was evident that Penelope was pushing him beyond his limits. He wanted to prolong the moment, but from how her face flushed with desire, Raven knew that time was against him. He could feel the urgency building within him—the need to claim and possess her completely.
Penelope looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. Raven knew she wanted him, needed him to continue. He wanted to give her what she desired, but he also wanted to make sure they both had this moment to remember forever.
He kissed her fiercely, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. Penelope's hands grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer. Raven could feel her body trembling beneath him, her heart racing in sync with his own. He knew that he couldn't hold back much longer.
As he began to move inside her, Penelope let out a cry of pleasure, her body arching to meet his every thrust. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies syncing up like two dancers in a passionate waltz. The world around them dissolved as they fell deeper into the embrace, lost in the rhythm and the fire that burned between them.
"Yes, yes, yes," she cried out, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Raven's eyes locked with hers; the passion in his gaze mirrored her own. He deepened his thrusts, their rhythm in sync, the heat and fire between them melding together. Her nails dug deeper into his skin as her climax drew near.
Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, the passion between them reaching a feverish pitch. Raven's touch sent shivers down her spine as he explored every inch of her body, awakening a hunger she never knew she had.
Penelope felt the pressure building within her—the anticipation of something beyond her wildest dreams. She clung to Raven, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered to the ecstasy that enveloped her.
She felt herself succumbing to the exquisite sensation; every muscle was taut and ready for the sudden explosion of gratification. Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, her nails biting down in passion-induced ecstasy.
Their movement became frantic, a crescendo of unbridled lust. Penelope's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving as she reached the brink of her climax. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, her body trembling with anticipation.
Raven could feel her nearing the peak, the tension in her body growing with each passing moment. As he sensed her on the verge of exploding, he increased his pace, their bodies moving faster and harder, driving them both to the brink of madness. His movements were becoming more fervent, more urgent. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, the warmth of her body pulling him deeper.
And then it happened. Penelope's body tightened, her muscles clenching around him in a vice-like grip as she reached the edge of the abyss. At that moment, she knew she was about to experience something she'd never felt. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out in bliss, her body shaking with the intensity of the release.
The world around them seemed to blur and fade away as Penelope cried out, her body trembling as she reached her peak. Raven continued to move, his body responding to hers, his release inevitable. He groaned, his voice a deep, guttural sound, as he surrendered to the pleasure of their union.
Finally, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still connected, their hearts pounding in sync. With a final kiss, Raven gently disentangled himself from Penelope, pulling her close. He looked at her face with tenderness, seeing the satisfaction and contentment reflected in her eyes.
It never occurred to him that he would have her in his arms, but as he gazed into her eyes, Raven knew there was no going back. He won't allow Penelope to leave him. He would do everything to convince her to stay with him forever.
She couldn't possibly leave him so easily after this. He thought. No woman could compare to her, and Raven was sure of it. He wouldn't let her go this time. He wouldn't commit the same mistake that Lance Oliver did.
Penelope was his.
His.
For what seemed like an eternity, they lay in each other's arms, their hearts beating in sync, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The world that had dissolved around them had now returned, but somehow, it felt different.