Ravenswynd Legends

Chapter 13. From Here to Eternity

From Here to Eternity

And then...nothing happened.

"What's going on?" I asked curiously, looking into Emrys' eyes. He was inches from my face, leaning his head on one hand, gazing at me with a small grin.

"If you don't get on with it, I may have to force myself on you!" I said low voiced.

Was that silky-smooth voice mine, and did I really just say those words?

"I want to savor the moment." His grin grew wider, revealing his sharp teeth. "The only other time I had this privilege was under altogether different circumstances. There were no romantic interests whatsoever, you see; an act of changing a human to Raven, and nothing more."

"Yes? Go on," I whispered, touching his soft whiskers.

"This is completely the opposite: so intimate, so beautiful." He touched my face with the back of his hand sending tiny electrical surges through me. "And, so erotic. I want to take my time." He kissed my neck softly, then pulled back to study me. "I want to taste you, not just take you in," he said, licking his lips. "Do you understand?"

"I think so," I said, feeling breathless.

His rich, dark hair fell into my face as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. I inhaled a deep, slow breath - taking in his delicious scent and then, let out a sigh.

"Yes?" he asked, smiling again.

"I know that scent. It lingered after you left the pub. I noticed it when I first met you earlier this evening, but I didn't put it together until now. It reminds me of something spicy-sweet, and earthy, – a luxurious smoky scent, like rich, aromatic pipe tobacco. What is it?" I asked, sniffing again.

"I have a perfumer," he said in a light tone, "that blends my cologne for me using only the finest essential oils. This combination happens to be...." he paused to kiss my cheek, "black raspberry..." and then the other cheek, "black currant...." then he kissed my mouth, and said, "sweet black licorice...." His lips went to my neck, lingered a bit and then added, "And patchouli. Do you enjoy it?" Before I could answer he kissed my lips again.

When we came up for air I grabbed a large handful of his hair and put it under my nose. "Oh, yes. It becomes you." It permeated his skin and lingered on his hair.

Our kisses were deeper now, exploring. My tongue flicked over his teeth, catching on the razor sharp point. I pulled away, surprised. But he drew me back, kissing heavier, accidentally grazing my lower lip with the needle-like tip. Copper. Tangy. Could I ever really desire this taste? He drew my lip into his mouth, and with a gentle suction he sampled a few drops, and licking the lingering driblets, he moaned. I had no idea if it was me, or the small taste of my blood that caused him such ecstasy.

"Both," he breathed, whispery, still kissing.

Wrapping his arms around my back, he gave my zipper a tug.

"We don't want to mess up your beautiful dress now, do we?" he asked, his eyes ablaze.

Tensing up at the new direction he had taken, I wondered if he had changed his mind about the rules. He didn't answer this question in my mind. Instead he pulled me to my side and finished unzipping the dress. Then he pulled my arms out of the sleeves leaving my top half nearly bare, save for my thin black slip.

He kissed the hollow in my throat and then moved lower between my breasts, using his mouth - soft and tender; teasing me with his tongue. His heavenly smelling hair draped down brushing over me, tickling my freshly exposed skin as he reached farther down, pulling the dress completely off and tossing it to a nearby chair. When he turned back to me, I wasn't sure if he moved in slow motion on purpose, or if it was just my perception of things, but the whole experience seemed to be taking much longer than I had expected it to take.