Free Healing Rain by Karen-Anne Stewart Page A

sliding her hair over the front of her shoulder as he kisses the back of her neck. He feels her body responding, pressing backwards into him, causing his manhood and pride to swell at her need for him. He slips his hand around hers, threading her slender fingers through his larger, powerful ones.
    Raina’s heart quickens at his touch, and she needs to feel his raw strength, his gentleness with her again. Absently, she wonders if she will ever be able to build a resistance to his irresistible, seducing masculinity.
    He takes a long, slow sip of sparkling cider as his gaze sears into hers, leaving her body tingling with smoldering anticipation. He lowers his mouth to hers, his lips are still cool from the cider, scorching her desire even higher. He takes the glass from her hand and leads her upstairs, lowering her onto the bed, slipping his shirt over his head on the way down. Raina runs her tongue across her dry lips, delighting in the fact that this will be another long night.
    His mouth leaves her breathless, the feel of the heated, wet delectation of his lips sends her body into a fierce desire for him to be buried deep inside of her. She practically pants as his hands roam all over her, touching, teasing, provoking her to near madness. The feel of his lips is like a salacious whisper promising the fulfillment of every deep, erotic fantasy in existence.
    He claims her with his mouth, and she almost propels straight off the bed, never before feeling anything so absolutely, exquisitely, mind-blowing. She unravels a little more with each talented swirl of his tongue. The tight-fisted grip on the sheets becomes impossibly tighter as his mouth delivers the purest form of ecstasy. Kas’ pride swells with each pleasure-filled pant that leaves his wife’s lips, and he is blown into the atmosphere when Raina cries out with her release.
     
    Kas brushes the auburn waves off of Raina’s shoulder, kissing her creamy, exposed skin. Raina moans softly, rolling over onto her back as she slowly opens her eyes. She giggles when she sees Kas hovering over her, his eyes bright and excited, “Merry Christmas, darlin’,” he whispers.
    “Merry Christmas.”
    Kas quickly slides out of bed, tugging on her hand, obviously wanting her to follow. She would rather pull him back into bed, snuggling up next to him for a while, but she willingly follows, not wanting to spoil his excitement. Raina realizes that Kas must have been up for some time already as she feels the warmth of the fire when he leads her down the stairs. Her eyes widen with surprise when she sees the ingenious Christmas tree he created out of empty, decorative wine bottles strung together, beginning at the ceiling, billowing out in the shape of a tree to the floor, with lights glowing inside the mixture of dark and light glass. She turns to him, a gleeful expression of wonder on her face.
    “You have to have a Christmas tree on Christmas morning,” he explains simply, a smile curving his lips, his eyes proudly shining at her astonishment.
    “It’s amazing,” she whispers truthfully.
    “You’re amazing,” he breathes, slipping his hand behind her neck, his mouth finding her sweet spot below her ear. “Let’s take a shower, then we can eat breakfast and open gifts.”
    Raina relishes in his meaning of showering and eagerly agrees, sliding her hand in his as he leads her upstairs.
     
    Raina sits in front of the warm fire, excitedly holding Kas’ gift behind her back. “Open mine to you,” she excitedly exclaims, holding it out to him.
    Kas takes the gift wrapped in red paper with a green bow on top and holds it up to his ear, shaking it.
    “Open it,” Raina encourages impatiently.
    A large smile spreads across his lips as he takes off the bow, opening the wrapping paper, revealing a stainless steel box. He glances at Raina, giving her a look, silently telling her that he hopes she didn’t spend too much on him. Raina beams at his pleased, surprised expression as