Page 4 of Raven Blackwood (Cyborg Guardians #2)

Hannah

Although I knew I was staring, I couldn’t help myself.

At nearly thirty, I’d begun to think I would never find a man who could make me feel like Raven did.

I thought I might never find a husband to create a family and share my life.

I hadn’t even dared to hope when Dagger and his wife came to sign me up for the Cyborg Matching Project.

Now I had this big, handsome cyborg in my arms, making me want him to quell the desire thrumming through my body. My nipples were tight and aching for attention while my clit throbbed with need as I leaned tightly against him. His erection pressed against my belly.

Our eyes met and held. His scent, though subtle, was intoxicating, and I could see an answering dark passion in his gaze.

I slid my hands up over his chest and around his neck, silently urging him to kiss me again.

Finally, he lowered his head and claimed my mouth in a tender kiss that quickly heated into a fiery prelude to our claiming each other .

As his tongue surged into my mouth, Raven lifted me against him so we were chest to chest, and he ground his hard cock against my mons.

I was immersed in the feel of him as I kissed him back and swirled my tongue around his, seeking and caressing.

The longer he kissed me, the more my whole body clamored for his touch.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I cradled the back of his head and neck in my hands and ran my fingers over his close-cropped hair. When he finally lifted his lips from mine, we were both breathing hard.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I think we'd better take this inside to my room.”

Raven let me down; I took his hand and led him into the house to my room at the far end. It was dark inside, but I didn’t need light to find my way. I’d lived in this house my whole life. Although the bed in my room was not as large as the primary bedroom's, it was big enough for two people.

When we were both inside, I turned back and closed the door behind us for privacy, though I doubted Grace would hear us. Her bedroom was at the other end of the house.

I turned to face Raven, who was standing beside the bed. Though I couldn’t see him very well, I knew he was watching me.

I hesitated, not quite sure what to do next. Although this wouldn’t be my first time, the last time was distant in my past. After a couple of seconds, Raven stepped towards me and took me into his arms, cradling my head as I pressed it against his shoulder and hugged him back.

“You must know that you mean everything to me. I was made to love you and only you. While we have much to learn about each other, I care for you already. I want to pleasure you as much as I want to take pleasure from our joining.”

While I couldn’t see his face, his warm tone and the way he held me made me believe he meant it.

I nodded against his shoulder, rubbing his back.

He was strong and warm, and he felt so right in my arms. Despite my initial nervousness, I knew I really wanted him.

The thought that this magnificent male was mine was exhilarating. Raven was mine. Mine.

We held each other for a long time before I raised my head, seeking to begin our lovemaking with a kiss.

It was barely light enough to see the outline of his face, but I knew his enhanced night vision would allow him to see me clearly.

He instinctively sought my lips, lowering his head to press them to mine .

Raven’s kiss was tender at first, but passion quickly flared as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He claimed every inch inside as I swirled my tongue around his. That was all it took to set my whole body aflame with desire.

I rose on my toes, trying to get closer. Raven cupped my butt and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his hips. I made little mewling sounds in my throat as he ground his erection against my mons, and I rubbed my breasts against his chest.

As wonderful as that felt, I wanted more.

I needed more. Yet I didn’t want to rush because I wanted to enjoy every moment in his arms. His skin was smooth and warm under my hand as I caressed his neck and broad shoulders.

We kissed feverishly, deep, moist kisses with our tongues sensually caressing.

As things were heating up, we had too many clothes between us to go any farther.

Raven let me slide down his body until my feet were on the floor.

He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and I slipped my hand-sewn tunic off the same way and let it drop to the floor.

Raven pulled open the hook and loop closure of his pants with a ripping sound while I fumbled with the drawstring tie on my pants.

Toeing off my shoes, I pushed the pants to the floor and stepped out of them.

I’d pieced together my underclothes from scraps of cloth, strings tied at each hip to hold my panties up.

I had to bind my breasts with a long piece of cloth tied in the front between them for support.

Although I was sure my big, handsome cyborg could probably figure it out eventually, I thought it would be quicker to do it myself.

I knew he was watching me and could see me clearly, but his features were completely in shadow for me. I rather envied him for that. Raven was sexy as hell, clothed; I was sure he was magnificent naked. I smiled to myself as I dropped my breast binder to the floor, knowing I was about to find out.

I laid my hands against his muscular chest and glided them up and around his neck.As I leaned into him, I could feel his erection against my belly. Raising on my toes, I turned my face up for his kiss.

Oh, and this man could kiss. We kissed and caressed each other for some time before we moved on to the next step and…

Raven lowered me to the bed, lying over me, and began exploring my body with his lips and tongue.

Soon, he found his way to one aching nipple and took it into his mouth while plucking at the other with his fingers and thumb.

Sensations of pleasure surged to my throbbing clit as I surrendered to his skillful caresses and kisses.

I wondered if he throbbed for me the way I throbbed for him. This was a pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced. Wanting to reciprocate, I caressed him with my hands as much as I could as he moved lower and lower on my body.

My muscles tensed when he dragged his mouth lower and lower over my belly.

At the juncture of my thighs, he parted the hair on my pussy and breathed deeply.

Pushing my legs wide apart, he drew his wet tongue up my channel and over my clit.

I gasped a moan as he flicked his wicked tongue back and forth over it, sliding two fingers inside me.

Meanwhile, everywhere his mouth touched my body, I felt a tickly, bubbly sensation. It was the same sensation I felt in my mouth the first time he kissed me. It was kind of sexy.

Running my fingers through his short, thick hair, I felt my orgasm building low in my belly.

My whole body seized with the first contraction, squeezing my inner muscles against his fingers and bucking against his face.

I sobbed in ecstasy several times until I had to stop him because I was too sensitive .

Then, he laid his head on my belly, his fingers inside me as I still contracted around them.

“Ah, Raven,” I sighed. “I’ve never felt anything like that. That was incredible.”

“You are incredible.” He moved his fingers inside me, and I came again.

What sweet torture. When it ended, Raven wiped his face and moved up to lie over me again. I drew my knees up instinctively, cradling his hips between my legs and putting my arms around him.

“Now, I’m going to make you mine,” he said, kissing me lightly.

“Yes.” I knew he meant he was going to fuck me, and I wanted it. For him, it was a formal commitment. Once he put his cock inside me, I was his—but it also meant he was mine.

I let myself relax as I felt his tip press into my opening.

Raven was gentle, pushing in a little at a time because he was a tight fit.

When he reached the hilt and filled me, he kissed me deeply and slowly pumped in and out of me, building up speed until he was pounding into me.

I met him stroke for stroke until I couldn’t keep up.

Then, I just held on and enjoyed the ride.

He ensured I was right with him at the finish by sliding his hand between us to rub my clit until I came and took him over the edge with me.

His hot seed surged into me several times. Then he collapsed on top of me, and I could hardly breathe for several seconds. I groaned, and he lifted onto his forearms, still inside me.

“Sorry.” He dropped a kiss on my lips, and then I felt him smile. “You are mine, and I am yours as long as I breathe. Will you say it?”

I nodded and repeated the words: “You are mine, and I am yours as long as I breathe.”

I knew what that meant as I said the words, but I was okay with it. I knew it wasn’t love yet, but when I asked for a cyborg mate, I decided to love him physically and mentally. Now that I’d had him. I knew there could never be anyone but him.