Page 91 of Fated for Dawn

I turned to face him, pressing my lips to his. Rafe’s hands tangled in my hair as the kiss deepened. When we broke apart, both of us breathless, I saw something different in his eyes.

Desire.

He swallowed hard, his features set in a determined line. “I want to be with you. Fully.”

I kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the sweetness of his lips. My hand trailed down his chest, and I felt the tension in his muscles and the hesitance in his touch.

“We can take this slow,” I whispered against his mouth. “I’ll show you what I like.”

I guided his hand to my breast, showing him how to caress and how to tease. A small, pleased sound escaped my lips, and I felt his confidence grow. He kissed down my neck, his breath hot and uneven, his hands beginning to explore with more purpose.

His hands moved to my back, pulling me close as he gently nibbled on my shoulder, tickling me until I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Am I doing this right?” he asked.

“It’s nice, but I’m a little ticklish,” I reassured him. “Do you want to kiss me anywhere else?”

“Everywhere, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, I’d love that.”

His eyes roamed over me. “Is it alright if I take off your nightgown?”

I nodded, and he lifted it over my head, his eyes drinking the sight of me. I could see the desire in his gaze, the worship. It made me ache for him.

He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands roaming my body and cupping my breasts. I removed his shirt, peeling it away to reveal the hard lines of his chest.

A heat built in my lower abdomen as my nipples hardened. I moaned, enjoying his soft touches.

“Touch me here,” I said, guiding his hand between my legs.

He hesitated, then followed my lead, his fingers exploring with a mix of curiosity and reverence. I showed him how to rub, how to press, my own hands clutching at his shoulders as waves of pleasure started to build.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice a strained whisper.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Just like that.”

I reached for his pants and slid my hand inside. He gasped as I stroked him; his length and thickness surprised me. His cock was long and thick, rivaling Ryker’s in size, and I wondered how it would feel to have him inside me.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, gently caressing him. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” he moaned as his hips moved forward.

I continued to stroke him.

He kissed me once again as I stroked him. The kiss was more urgent. More confident. Then trailed kissing down my neck and to my breasts.

“Lower,” I instructed. “Much, much lower.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

He complied, letting his kisses travel down my stomach, his tongue teasing my belly button before licking just below it. I groaned with desire, surprised by Rafe’s teasing nature.

“Use your fingers…or your tongue…” I urged.

I watched as he hooked his fingers into my panties, slowly and tantalizingly sliding them down my legs, and he positioned himself between my legs.

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