She heard male laughter, low, amused, mocking. Raven sank down onto the bed, her heart beginning to pound. His voice was black velvet, a weapon in itself. She forced her mind to be calm even as she felt the brush of his fingers on her face. How did he do that? It was the lightest caress, but she felt it down to her toes. He was stretching lazily, his body refreshed from his sleep, his mind once more alive with feeling. He was enjoying sparring with her.
Raven found herself overwhelmed with conflicting emotions as she heard the mocking laughter of men nearby. As she sank onto the bed, her heart raced at the presence of a mysterious figure whose voice felt rich and dangerous. The tension in the air heightened as his gentle touch sent shivers through her body, leaving her both anxious and fascinated.
Despite trying to remain composed, she couldn't help but be affected by his playful demeanor and the energy that radiated from him. He appeared rejuvenated, clearly enjoying their verbal exchange. The encounter was both stimulating and unsettling, as Raven navigated her reactions to his captivating presence.
