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you’re
still horny, huh?” she teased, grinning now. “Well, I don’t know what to tell
you. I’m fucked out.”
    “Really?” I
asked, licking her hard nipple. “You sure wore out fast. I must be too much man
for you.”
    “I guess,” she
said, running her fingers through my hair. “Or maybe I’m already bored.”
    “Let me see if I
can rekindle your interest, cheeky,” I said, exploring her soft skin.
    Raven watched me
lick and nibble at her flesh. When I looked up at her and our gazes met, there
was something too perfect about the expression in her fair blue eyes. A smile lingered
on her lips and I couldn’t help myself. Kissing her gently, I wanted her to
feel beautiful and protected. Raven Hancock should feel like a princess in the
arms of her prince. Mostly, I hungered to learn everything there was to know
about the blonde goddess underneath me.
    Exploring her
body, I discovered a Tinker Bell tattoo on her back, just above her left
shoulder blade. The fairy sat on a sparkling purple mushroom with a pink
butterfly resting on her knee and a blue one flying up into the clouds. So
detailed it nearly seemed real, I sensed the tat was done by Aaron. Few guys
were capable of creating such emotion in a cartoon character’s expression.
    Around midnight,
I discovered another interesting fact about her. While Raven didn’t mind
getting rough during sex, she was considerably less cool with anything rough
when no longer aroused.
    As she crawled
past me on the bed to tug off my remaining sock, I playfully slapped her ass.
Raven immediately swung around and slapped me across the face.
    “Don’t ever hit
me,” she hissed.
    Rubbing my face,
I realized she was seriously ready to claw my face off. I found this overreaction
oddly endearing.
    “I was playing,”
I told her.
    “No man will hit
me. I’m no one’s bitch.”
    “Playing,” I
said, leaning back on the dark silky sheets.
    “I refuse to be
dominated.”
    Giving her a
grin, I reached out and caressed the hand that hit me. “Is that your way of
saying you want to be on top again? Have at it, Dixie cup. I’m ready for
another round.”
    Raven glared at
me for a long time. Eventually, a smile slid across her face. “Fuck that. I’m
tired. You serve me.”
    “What makes you
think I want to be dominated?”
    “You have a look
about you,” she said, tugging off the sock that survived hours of naked play.
“I just sense you’re a natural submissive.”
    We were both
laughing when my lips met hers. As Raven’s arms wrapped around me, she squirmed
around until comfortably on the bottom. Soon, her legs tightened around my
hips.
    “Serve me, hot
stuff,” she murmured.
    “At your
command, cookie.”
    Raven’s smile
was like magic and I could get used it. An hour later, she fell asleep with
that smile on her gorgeous face.
    All of the angry
energy clinging to Raven disappeared when she slept. She rested on her back
with her hands up by her shoulders. When the early morning light lit up her
hair splashed around her face, there was something terribly vulnerable about
Raven. The best fuck of my life looked like an angel, yet I suspected she was
sent by the devil.
    A man like me
should never wake up completely satisfied. He should never look at the one
night stand next to him and want to cuddle up against her. Raven wasn’t the
first beautiful woman I enjoyed and she wouldn’t be the last. I promised myself
she was only a great fuck and I could let her fuck someone else.
    Lies were my
friends. I told them daily. Death wasn’t something to fear. Regrets never lingered
in my thoughts. I was a man without a past or future and I was fine with this
fact. I was alone which suited me. Wasn’t I born a loner? Wasn’t I happy with
my life? Of course, I was. Lies kept me sane when the truth only kicked me in
the balls.
    Raven didn’t lie
to herself. She accepted her flaws then tried to fight them. Her biggest flaw
was her bad taste in men. I didn’t know the guys