Cyan orbs re channelled their attention on me. I gulped hard a little apprehensively as I tried to meet Raven's narrow eyed gaze unflinchingly.

"You called her here," he accused out of the blue. I gaped at him. When had I done that and more importantly why?  As far as I was concerned Lavinia Blackthorn was a thorn in my sides simply because she was in cahoots with the Goddess over our impending marriage. I would not have summoned her if I could help it.

Allow me to show you how you did summon her.

Then like an eighties playback Raven showed me the last fifteen minutes of our make out session in cringe worthy clarity.

"You're right. I did summon her," I said flushed red with embarrassment. I hadn't known. Hadn't realised I could be that loud when in the throes of passion.

That was nothing. If I had a little more time I would have had you several octaves louder.

I stared at the smug smirk that lit across his beautiful face and shared a grimace of my own in return. I couldn't believe I had stooped so low. Never would I be able to hold my head high again.

"I am still here!" Lavinia Blackthorn demanded attention.

"Then go away, mother," replied Raven unperturbed.

"I will. But only after both of you agree to attend the cocktail party I have arranged for you. Tomorrow at five," said Lavinia. It was evident the cocktail party was impromptu. But there was no way either Raven nor I could back out of it.

His nod was barely discernable but not to Lavinia's sharp gaze.

She immediately did an about turn and clicked her way to the door. "Don't be late! Oh, and welcome to the family, Jade dear."

I collapsed back against the pillow at the click of the door that marked her departure. But then Raven's husky laughter caught me by surprise. I turned my head to watch him throw back his own to let loose a husky peal that was as exotic in sound as he was as a whole.

Enchanted once more, I could only stare as I waited for him to sober up enough to share the joke. But he merely shook his head before leaning back down to sweep my lips with a brush of his.

Instantly the heat of before filled me again and I moaned at the loss. Hearing myself I couldn't help the gush of blood in my cheeks but Raven must have been similarly affected for he didn't smirk, nor laugh at my expense. Instead he muttered something about blasted violets before his lips came back on mine with devastating percision.

Ravishing my lips with hungry kisses proved to be not enough for either of us. So when his lips left mine to trail across my cheek and down my neck, I merely arched my head back, lifting myself towards him to offer more.

His hands back beneath my tshirt played me like a maestro plucking at my nipples so that he managed to devour each gasp that left my lips with more demanding kisses.

My own hands wondered freely over him touching where they will. Caressing, fondling and then brutally gripping him to me. Our pace kept changing through out the night sometimes frantic and at other points slow and sensual.

But in all our vehement efforts with each other neither of us had been ready to go that one final step that completed the actual act of love making itself.

But that didn't mean we refrained from reaching completion every other way we new how. I was blurry eyed and exhausted when Raven's alarm all but screamed in our ears. Groaning in pain, I burrowed in deeper against the warm chest I was meshed against.