“I’d ask you to lower your shift and offer me first one breast to pleasure until your nipple is hard as a jewel, then the other.” Raven wondered how long she could live without breathing. This man was far more dangerous than she ever could have imagined. “Then I’d ask if you wanted more . . . and if you said, yes, I’d have you raise your skirts and touch yourself to let me know how wet you are. Are you wet, little corvus?”
