Page 52 of Dark Consequences

“Then show me how to be bad,” I beg.

With a guttural groan, he bends slightly enough to grip under my thighs and pull me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock presses against my aching core. No barriers between us.

I lock my wrists behind his neck and tug him closer, rocking against him, needing, seeking the relief I crave. He groans deep when I rub against him.

“Lily, if you don’t stop, I will end up in you bare,” he rasps against my lips, giving me a quick but brutal kiss that leaves me tingling. “I should get a condom from the bedroom.”

“I have an IUD,” I blurt out. “And Gabriella said my tests were clean.” A request I made to her the day we met because I had to be sure everything was okay before I went too far down the rabbit hole with Raphael. “I mean, if you don’t want to, I understand. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” I’m babbling, but I’m also on the verge of tears from the primal desperation to feel him inside me.

“I’m good there too,” he says in a restrained voice as he presses his forehead against mine. “But are you sure? Because once I take you bare, that’s the only option going forward.”

Hearing his intention that this is not a one-time thing makes my heart do a little flip, filling me with excitement. “Yes.”

To prove my point, I work a hand between our slick bodies and grasp his impressive cock, directing the crown to my center and nudging forward. All he has to do is take a step forward. “No foreplay. Fuck the bad away and then love me with the good.”

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Raphael hisses against my mouth. “If you need me to stop, I will stop. Tell me. Hit me, slap me, push me, I don’t care. Do something, anything, and I’ll stop. Okay?”

I won’t, but I nod all the same and then press forward to kiss him hard, our tongues dueling before I relinquish the fight.

“This is going to hurt,” he warns me as he pushes forward an inch. I can feel the stretch already and the burn that comes with it. It’s fair to say that Raphael is packing a weapon much larger than Xiao or any of the men he allowed to force themselves on me. And if any man is going to claim me after years of abuse, I’m happy it’s Raphael because only a real man can erase every tainted inch left behind.

“Do it. All at once. Please.”

Raphael’s mouth covers mine just as he thrusts inside me. A borderline scream tears free from my throat, but he swallows the sound.

He waits, his mouth wandering from my mouth to my jaw, nosing my face up so he can have easier access to the space behind my ear. He kisses the erotic spot before nipping at my earlobe. The sharp pain there pulls my attention away from the stinging stretch between my legs. I adjust my hips, gaining a new angle, appreciating that he’s giving me time to adjust with a distraction.

“Are you okay?” He breathes into my ear.

“I’m perfect.”

Raphael moves, slow and steady. I can feel him everywhere. Like a missing puzzle piece, he fills me completely in a way I never imagined possible but always wished for. And just as I asked, Raphael heals another wound with every thrust until nothing but the feeling of him is left.

Raphael buries one hand in the nape of my neck to prevent me from banging into the wall as he thrusts harder. With his other hand, he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he bites out in a strained voice. Like he’s actually struggling. “So fucking perfect. My perfect Lily pad.”

My orgasm builds at the base of my spine. A sensation I’ve long since forgotten and missed dearly.

“I can feel you tightening. Your pussy is squeezing my cock,” Raphael groans, his words guttural and harsh, like a growl. “You’re close.”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to prevent it. I’m not ready. Not yet. I want more of this. More of him.

“Come for me, Lily. Be my good girl, and come now.”

His order is all it takes to send me over the edge. An orgasm so strong, my toes curl and my spine arches as it violently consumes me. Like a tidal wave, it crashes over me, washing away the pain of yesterday and leaving me ready for a better tomorrow.

Raphael presses into me, his mouth claiming mine as he swallows every one of my moans. His entire body shudders a second later, and with a deep groan, he comes inside me, and the feeling of warm liquid fills me.

His face falls to my neck, and I bring my hands up to cradle his head there, running one hand over his wet locks. We’re panting hard, but neither of us is ready to let the other go yet.

Raphael kisses a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses up my neck and along my jaw before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. His light hazel eyes have transformed into a darker hue of amber, and I bring one hand forward to trace his brow, entranced by the color.

“We should finish cleaning up so I can make love to you.” He smiles devilishly at me. “I have a name to live up to after all.”

25

Raphael

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