They made their way to Penelope's quarters. Raven kissed her like he would a desirable dessert. Penelope loved the way he held her. He was never rough or demanding but always gentle and attentive, making her feel utterly beautiful and desired. And while there were times he made her nervous, especially when he looked at her so intensely as if he wanted to devour every part of her, she found it exhilarating. She relished how he made her feel wanted and cherished as if she were the most precious thing in his world.
Raven carried her to the bathroom and continued to devour her lips. She trembled as her body remembered the sensation of being so close to him, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. Their clothes fell away like petals, forgotten on the tiled floor as they stepped into the warm steam of the shower together. Raven wrapped his arms around Penelope, pulling her close as the water cascaded over their entwined bodies.
