Page 49 of Off with Her Head
"You're beautiful," she murmurs, pressing her lips to my shoulder as the gown slips down to pool around my feet. "I've thought so since our first meeting, though I would have never admitted it then."
I laugh softly, my hands reaching for the fastenings of her dark attire. "The fearsome witch-queen of Darkmore, secretly admiring the Queen of Hearts? How scandalous."
"Entirely inappropriate," she agrees with a sly smile. "Almost as inappropriate as what I wanted to do to you during the council meeting."
Her dress joins mine on the floor, leaving her in a simple black silk shift that clings to every curve. My breath catches at the sight of her—all elegant lines and soft skin.
"And what exactly did you want to do?" I ask, confidence rising as I step closer until we're breathing the same air.
Rather than answering with words, Ravenna closes the distance between us. Her lips capture mine in a kiss that begins gentle but quickly deepens, carrying longing and desire. Her tongue flicks out against my lips, desperate for entrance, and I open for her. The taste of her—sweet apples—makes me dizzy with need.
My hands find her waist, drawing her closer until our bodies press together. The sensation pulls a soft moan from my throat that she swallows eagerly, her own hands wandering across my back, leaving trails of fire wherever they touch.
We move closer to the bed in a graceful dance, unwilling to break contact even for a moment. When my legs hit the edge, Ravenna pauses, breaking our kiss to look at me with hungry, dark eyes.
"I want to see all of you," she says, her voice low and rough with need.
I nod, suddenly shy despite my usual confidence. With deliberate slowness, I remove my remaining undergarments, standing before her completely naked. Her gaze travels over every inch of me, appreciation and hunger evident in every line of her face.
"Your turn," I whisper, reaching for the hem of her shift.
She allows me to lift it over her head, revealing herself to me in turn. The sight steals the breath from my lungs—her body is a work of art—soft curves and toned muscle.
"You're magnificent," I tell her, truly meaning it.
A faint blush colors her cheeks. "As are you," she replies, reaching for me.
I let her guide me onto the bed, sinking into the plush mattress as she follows, positioning herself above me. Her hair falls around us like a dark curtain, creating our own little world where nothing exists beyond this moment. Beyond us.
Her lips find mine again, then begin to wander—tracing the line of my jaw, the sensitive spot below my ear that makes me gasp, the column of my throat where my pulse races beneath her touch.
Her mouth closes around my nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from me as pleasure spirals outward. Her tongue circles the sensitive peak while her hand attends to its twin, pinching and rolling gently until both stand at attention. The dual sensation sends waves of heat coursing through me, pooling low in my abdomen.
I arch into her touch, seekingmore.
She seems to understand my need, her kisses traveling lower across my stomach, which tightens in anticipation. Her hands guide my thighs apart as she settles between them, looking up at me with a question in her eyes.
"Yes," I whisper, answering before she can ask. "Please, Ravenna."
The first touch of her mouth against my center nearly undoes me completely. My hips buck involuntarily as a cry escapes my lips—a sound I barely recognize as my own. She steadies me with firm hands on my thighs, a smug smile playing at her lips before she returns to me.
Her tongue slides up and down my folds, alternating between firm and soft pressure. She circles my clit, flattening and flicking her wet tongue over it, building a tension in my core like a spring winding tighter and tighter.
I canseethe mutual pleasure in her eyes. They way they roll back. They way she devours me like I’m both her best and last meal.
When she slips a finger inside me, curling it forward to stroke against a spot that makes stars burst in my vision, I clutch at the sheets, feeling overwhelmed by how fucking good she feels.
"Look at me," she commands softly. "I want to see you."
I force my eyes open, meeting her gaze as she works me higher. I can feel echoes of her own arousal building, creating a loop that intensifies every sensation.
A second finger joins the first, stretching me deliciously as her mouth maintains its relentless rhythm. The tension builds beyond what I thought possible, my body trembling on the precipice of something magnificent.
"Come for me," Ravenna urges, her voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. "I want you to come on my mouth,Queen of Hearts."
Her words push me over the edge, release crashing through me in waves that seem endless. My back arches as I cry out her name, fingers tangled in her hair as pleasure radiates outward from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes. She gentles her touch but doesn't stop, guiding me through the peaks and valleys until I collapse back against the pillows, breathless and boneless.
Before I can fully recover, I reach for her, drawing her up my body until we're face to face again. "Your turn," I murmur, finding unexpected strength as I flip our positions, pinning her beneath me.
