CHAPTER 107 Wildfire of Desire

  Raven's pov

  Marcus starts by kissing my neck, and his soft, wet lips send shivers down my spine like an electric current. The room is bathed in a soft, amber glow that filters through the light fabric curtains, creating dancing shadows on the walls. The faint fragrance of vanilla candles burns gently in the air, mingling with the aroma of our growing desire. His hands, strong yet gentle, dance across my bare skin, caressing every inch with an almost reverent attention. He kneads my full breasts firmly, making my back arch involuntarily, while an excited moan escapes my lips, echoing in the intimate, silent space around us.