Novels by Raven Writes

I didn’t need to see her to know, I could feel her staring, watching every single moment. So I put on a show for her. Made her watch what she so badly wanted me to prove.And I did.I turned him to the side to give her a proper view of the length before taking him in my mouth. I tried to adjust my mouth to suck him in completely but failed.He took a handful of my hair and angled deeper into my mouth, fucking my throat like he owned it. I couldn’t breathe, it was uncomfortable and I wanted to pull away. But I had a point to prove.She was watching and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of watching me fail.So I gripped tighter to the back of his thighs, opening my mouth more to fit his cock deeper into my throat. I pulled my head back and pushed him back in, maintaining that pace, slowly.I held tighter to his thighs, urging him to fuck my mouth faster. My eyes turned blood, tear drops glistening on the surface, threatening to fall.But, I didn’t care.Slowly, I started givin

I yanked my leg down from the stool, fumbling with my bikini bra as heat flooded my face, my skin burned with embarrassment. "You're unbelievable, Violet. You can't just....""Can't just what?" She swayed slightly, her words slurring at the edges in a way I hadn't noticed before, each syllable dragging slow, thick and unsteady. “Stop in the middle of no where?”"Never mind. I need to get out of here." I stopped, really looking at her for the first time since we'd stumbled into this corner of the room. She was usually fast with her comebacks, but tonight, her words were slow and sloppy. She was worse than wasted. Extremely drunk. Beyond reason. Her eyes glassy and unfocused, her balance shifting like she was standing on a tilting ship.My anger shifted, uncertainty creeping in. "Violet, how much did you actually drink?""I don’t know?" She laughed, but it came out vague. "Drink? I mean, you’re the one whose been wondering what a real dick feels like, right?"The words hit like a slap.

The music was really deafening .I almost couldn’t hear myself. It thumped across the walls as bundles of teens beside the pool and under the influence of tequila, swayed their hips to the beat and made questionable life choices.I hadn’t been to a party before. I haven’t been invited to one. Really. I preferred my solitude.But being to one now seemed like a weird lucid dream.Boys. Like actual boys. Ever so tall and handsome They mostly wore beach shorts, light and tight, showing the hard line of their cock. Maybe the shorts were a bit too tight or they were just really built. I mean, it was a beach party.It had me wondering just how big and long and thick they could actually be.Or what it’d feel like actually holding one? A real dick, like they show in adult films and books. Not the silicon ones I have hidden in my room or the ones in my imaginations.I wanted a real one.Maybe I should walk up to one of them and just grab a.... “Keisha! Get over here!” Violet screamed at the to

My cock was still very much hard, ready and throbbing. She knelt a little closer and placed a kiss at the tip of my cock before rising to her feet. She was going to reach for me, but I pulled away first, reached for a serviette beside me on the kitchen counter and returned to her face to pat it dry.“Gotta take care of what's mine.” I murmured, not necessarily looking at her. Her lips curved into a small knowing smile, the warmth of my words blooming tenderly in her chest. She stood still and allowed me to finish, but I knew she wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. She struggled to keep her hands bound to her sides. She wanted more. Both the need to pleasure her and the need to be pleasured struck me so hard, all I could think of was my cock inside her tight warm cunt, grazing her walls with all that wetness, until she screams and moans for more.She took my cock in her hands, and stroked the tip with a slow tenderness that made my whole body go still for a moment before giving in to her t

As I slid the spatula under the pancakes, flipping them with practiced hands, a warm arm snaked around my waist, pulling me in.“Morning,” he growled, his breath tickling my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. The low rumble of his voice was slow-burning, stirring something dangerously feral within me. His rough cheek grazed mine, and the warmth of his body completely enclosed me. The world narrowed the spot where our bodies touched, still, we couldn’t be that close. Shouldn’t be. Not openly.He traced soft kisses down the small of neck. Without hesitation, my head tilted to give him total access. The soft brush of his breath on the sensitive spot just below my ear was too dizzying. I let go off the pan and slid a hand to the back of his head, pulling him closer, while my body pressed back, hard into him.He had nothing on, except a pyjamas pant with no drawls or shorts underneath so I took advantage. I pushed my ass harder against his bulge, rolling my waist in slow circular movemen

I spun him around, shoving him over the counter. Nothing romantic, just punishment for trying to get together with my mom with his down-low shit, for lying to her. He yanked his shirt over his head, exposing that toned back. I tugged his joggers down roughly together with his boxers. His ass bounced free—thick, round, begging."Look at this," I growled, spreading his cheeks. "All prepped and ready, aren't you?"He nodded, moaning softly. "Yes..."I dropped to my knees, face levelled to his ass. It was perfect, smooth, muscled, hole still pink and slick from his earlier session. I dove in, tongue flat against his entrance, licking broad stripes. He tasted clean. He was impeccably clean. “You get your ass this clean to get rimmed, don’t you?”“Yes...” He gasped, pushing back. "Oh God... Damon..."I ate him out like a starved man, tongue spearing inside, swirling around his hole, sucking and biting the cheeks. My hands gripped his thighs, pulling him onto my face."Ahh... yes...fuck..."

Aurélie Tess Blackwood.I woke feeling enthusiastic but a tad scared.Because I knew today could only go extremely good or extremely bad for me, and whichever the outcome was, I was going to take it.My bath was rushed, but it needed to be that way.I need to be perfect today. And early.I walked to my closet, and without searching, my eyes landed on a mini navy blue dress hanging at the front.Yes. That one.I picked it out and placed it against my body to check the fitting. It stopped mid-thigh and tugged painfully tight on the waist. The sleeves were long with sharp-edged shoulders. It had a long zipper at the back, and the chest frame was cut in a broad square that dipped low enough to hint at cleavage.Perfect.I wore the dress and paired it with black stiletto heels and a few minimalist statement pieces for jewelry. I didn’t bother tying my hair in a bun—the waves cascading down against my back and shoulders fit just right.The whole outcome blew me away, and for the very first

Aurélie Tess Blackwood.I stumbled out into the night, cool air hitting my face, but I wasn't feeling a thing.My chest felt tight, suffocating, like someone had wrapped their hands around my lungs and squeezed.I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and booked a cab, staring at the screen without really seeing it.What the hell was I thinking, kissing him like that?The question echoed in my mind, relentless and unforgiving.If he didn’t pull away, would I have really allowed it to escalate?Oh my God.The answer was unsettling because I knew that I would have.I would have let him take me right there on his desk. I would have let him rip that dress off my body. I would have let him do whatever he wanted to me.That realization made my stomach drop.What the hell is wrong with you, Tess? Why did you even let it happen?But I knew why. It was too big to admit.My mind rerouted back to that woman.The image of her hand on his shoulder, his hand on her waist, the way he’d smiled a

Aurélie Tess Blackwood.I walked back to the gala, my mind reeling, my body trembling from emotions I didn’t want to feel.Couldn’t afford to feel.I walked back into the hall where everyone was now talking and networking, their voices blending into a low hum of conversation and laughter.And I didn’t know what to make of myself.Or the stupid thing I’d just done.It was stupid, stupid, stupid of me.God, why did I do that?I wasn’t drunk, just a little tipsy. So I couldn’t entirely blame this one on alcohol like I had in Japan.God, this was the second damn time.I’d be lucky if I still had a job to return to tomorrow.But he kissed me back.Even if I’d initiated the kiss, he’d kissed back.Did that mean something?Maybe he’d go easy on me since he’d indulged too.God, why did I pull that reckless move?I really should stop drinking.I turned to the right and saw Mr. Reynor talking to three middle-aged men, his posture relaxed, his expression controlled.Our eyes crossed for a brief

Donovan Reynor.Just when I thought I was done getting mad at her for coming with Rand, I turned and saw her with Mr. Ross.Hugging him.So warmly, so comfortably, like he was the only thing keeping her together from breaking apart.Oh, I was furious.What the hell was wrong with her? And why couldn’t she listen to simple instructions?Even though I knew that she’d left to meet him to save my face, to spare me from a scene, I was still angry.Because tell me why, after I successfully managed to take you away from the hands of a traitor, after you stood me up, you have the audacity to walk right into the hands of another man.Something cracked in my chest.Sharp and painful and devastating.For a moment, I felt like running toward them and tearing her away from him. But I couldn’t. Because that would mean I was unprofessional. And Mr. Ross was a very valued client of mine.I begged my brain to keep it together, I begged the voices whispering defeat in my ears to shut up, but they would

Aurélie Tess Blackwood.We walked into his office.The air was tenser than usual, teetering on the verge of combusting.Because even if he tried to control himself, I could see it.Even in that meticulously tailored suit that laid perfectly against his frame, emphasizing every line, every curve, every muscle, every detail of his powerful build.I saw the stiffness.The way his hands balled into fists at his sides, like he was fraying his way out of control, barely holding onto the threads of composure he had left.And the tension in his jaw scared me even more.Lord, what should I expect?I didn’t speak. Just waited. Prepared myself for whatever was about to go down.Because seeing him like this was more than terrifying.It was uncomfortable.His eyes looked like they could kill.“Mr. Reynor... I...” I started, not knowing where to head with the conversation. So instead, I started with a question. “Are you okay?”He shot me a hard glare, then walked toward his desk quickly, his moveme

Aurélie Tess Blackwood.Panic flickered in my chest, sharp and immediate.Mr. Reynor was walking toward us, and I didn’t know what to do.Please. Please just stop moving. Please turn back.My heart hammered against my ribs, my breath catching in my throat as I watched him cut through the crowd with that quiet, commanding presence that made people instinctively step aside.Finally, Mr. Ross let me fully pull away from the hug after offering me water, his smile as bright and warm as ever, completely oblivious to the storm brewing across the room.Then soft music started to play, slow, elegant, the kind that filled the air with platonic romance and intimacy.And Mr. Ross turned to me, his eyes lighting up.He gestured for a waiter and had them relieve me of my glass of water, setting it aside with practiced ease.His hand reached out to mine. “Will you please let me have this dance?”I panicked, my eyes still locked on Mr. Reynor’s.Why is he looking at me like that?It terrified me.He