Chương 79: Chapter 79: Celebration of Love (1)

Ravyn POV

Cocooned in warmth, Ravyn stirred, and smiled as she felt a warm, muscled arm flung across her body. Jude spooned her, his lips brushing her cheek, his other hand gently stroking her.

"I want to wake up like this every morning," she sighed.

She heard the smile in his voice. "I remember biting you to make sure that would happen."

Reveling in his strong arms around her, she snuggled closer, her eyes taking in her surroundings. Gold-leaf paint covered the walls, with the candles in the room enhancing the color to create a lovely glow surrounding them. Rich burgundy curtains on the windows and around the four-poster bed matched the bedspread covering Ravyn and Jude. A crackling fire in the grate filled the room with a cozy atmosphere. Ravyn could make out rays of light coming through the window.

"I wonder what time it is," she said in a dreamy voice.

"Late afternoon, from the color of the light. And I, for one, am d*mned glad of the sleep. And this is a beautiful bedroom." he was quiet for a moment, stroking her back. "Emer would have said the gold was a bit too much, but I like it."

Ravyn smiled, enjoying the lighthearted conversation after the difficult time they'd just experienced. "So do I. What would you think about redoing our bedroom and putting gold leaf on the walls?"

He grew very still.

Ravyn frowned, trying to sense his reaction through the bond.

After a moment, he spoke, emotional. "I think that would be wonderful."

She gasped as he nipped her shoulder, his hands moving over and underneath the front of her robe. The feeling of his strong teeth grazing her skin never failed to send sparks of heat through her. It was times like this that she wanted to become a shifter witch, to have him transform her into a wolf. Maybe when they were back in Silverpaw territory, she could explore her new wolf form to the fullest.

"Say it again. Say 'our bedroom," he said in a husky voice, his talented hands continuing their own brand of magic.

"Our bedroom."

"In our home."

"Our home," she repeated.

Abruptly, he flipped her around and let her see his eyes, golden flames of desire. "You're mine, Ravyn Faolan," he murmured seductively. "Say it."

"I'm yours, Jude."

"Say it again," he whispered, pulling her robe up.

Her response was muffled because she impatiently finished what he started, and noticed that he'd freed himself of all that fabric around him as well. Naked, he looked like every fantasy she'd ever had about a man in her bed. Raw power, lean, covered in gold by the light in the room. He was in prime physical condition, graceful and virile. Under her fascinated gaze, his manhood stirred, becoming hard instantly.

Her mouth became dry, and the place between her legs was dripping wet.

Scenting her arousal, Jude gave her a very male, very Alpha smile of satisfaction. "Ahhh, someone's eager for me," he murmured huskily, his lips inches away from hers.

Ravyn wet her lips. "After everything, I just want you. I want to know that you're alive, and happy, and mine."

"Yes to all three." He moved her onto her back and kissed his way down her chest, smiling at her gasps of pleasure. "And I fully intend to spend hours showing you just how alive and happy and yours I am. I'll try to avoid howling, although these walls look fairly thick."

Ravyn giggled. "Probably not the first time someone has howled with pleasure in these bedrooms over the centuries–OH."

Jude buried his head between her legs, and his tongue darted into her most intimate sanctuary. "If it's alright, I'm going to make you howl," he growled. "I want you to scream with pleasure."

Ravyn's back arched, and she stared in fascination at his silver head surrounded by all this gold. "You're so d*mn gorgeous," she said in a trembling voice.

"And you're mine. Say it again."

Ravyn moaned. "Yours."

"My Luna, my mate, my lover."

"Your … oooh … your Luna, your mate, your lover."

His mouth felt like fire, warming her and then heating her core, turning her entire body into living flame. His strong hands gripping her hips held her still so he could lavish attention and pleasure on her. Shortly, she thought she'd die from the delight he was bestowing on her. "Jude … it's too much …"

He grinned against her skin. "No such thing for my mate. You can take it. I know you can. I mean to drive you out of your mind with pleasure. To make you sing like one of our favorite dwarf opera stars. That was cute when you sang the aria to try to wake me up, to free me from Melisande's control."

"And you were pretending the whole time …"

He chuckled at her exaggerated grumble. "Yes, that's why I want to give you the biggest orgasm of your life."

Ravyn threw caution to the wind. She no longer had to worry about Daxius. He seemed happy with Marieke, and Goddess willing, his fiancée would wake up from the Dark Goddess' curse. Lilia fully accepted Jude in her life, or so it seemed. Bram she wasn't sure about, but he'd done more than his share in helping to rescue them.

"Do your worst," she said in a sultry voice.

* * * * *

Jude POV

Ravyn tasted like the most potent wine he'd ever drunk. No wine could compare! She'd ruined him for any wine from this moment forward.

He savored her, tasting, teasing, and tantalizing, exploring her with lips and tongue. Her sweet flesh was like a banquet, and he felt as if he'd been starved for days. Making love with her this time would be different. He trembled with the power and force of his desire, and felt Ravyn shudder underneath him. The waves of pleasure and desire went to his head, and he could think of nothing else but Ravyn. Just as it should be.

Her breathy little moans aroused him further, and he muttered, "Yes, that's it, sweet witch. I want to hear you. I want to hear every tiny sound of pleasure. Don't hold back. It's music to my ears. I could write a whole d*mn dwarf opera around the sweet melody you make when I'm kissing you everywhere … especially HERE."

His tongue touched one of her most sensitive places, and she shot up off the bed with a scream of pleasure. Clamping down on her hips, he rasped, "Keep still so I can concentrate on you. I want to make you come undone several times before I finally take you. How will it feel when I'm buried inside you, so deep that I might never come out again?"

A sexy whimper answered him, and he laughed in triumph and tenderness.

"You're so responsive, sweet witch. You're so beautiful. I want you to come undone for me."

Ravyn moaned, her fingers combing through his hair. "I'm close. I'm so close."

"You've wanted this for a long time."

"Longer than I ever knew," she moaned.

"Then claim your reward, sweetheart."

She moved, shifting underneath him. "There. Please. Kiss me there."

He obliged with joy, kissing her and bathing her with his relentless tongue until she convulsed on a scream, writhing and coming undone. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Her face became flushed, her eyes looked like purple smoke, and her golden hair rivaled the golden walls in splendor. Ravyn lost herself in sensation, and he moved to hold her tightly, whispering loving, wicked endearments against her hair.

Her clever fingers wrapped around him, and he jerked wildly, gasping. "Ravyn … you are a devilish woman."

She'd lit him on fire, and he felt like he would burn for a thousand years. Moon Goddess, he knew what she meant when she said the pleasure was too much. And he couldn't get enough of it. He loved every bit of the sweet agony she gave him.

"Fair is only fair," she said in a honeyed voice.

Raising himself up, he pulled away from her, smiling at her pout, which turned to a gasp when he buried himself inside her. "No, THIS is fair," he growled. "Prepare yourself–you're going to lose control again before I'm done with you."

For both of them, it was a celebration of their triumph, and of being alive together. Jude took her with a ferocity he never knew he possessed, loving each moan and whimper. Ravyn's aria of passion built to a crescendo as her sweet release ignited his own.

It only took a few frenzied strokes for Jude to completely come undone, his body arcing and his breath coming in ragged bursts. The pleasure swept over him, and he lost himself in its tidal wave, happily drifting afterward, clinging to her like a drowning man holding on.

After his breathing returned to normal, he gently stroked her golden head, kissing her nose and staring into her shining violet eyes. "You're going to be the death of me."

She gave him a feral shifter smile. "I don't want to be a widow anytime soon, so I'd better let you catch your breath. I'm not finished with you yet."