Page 19 of Wicked Mistletoe

I kick off my heels, padding after him on unsteady legs. The skin of my inner thighs rubs together with each step, adding to my pleasure. At this point, if he even just looks at me the right way, I might come. I’m that close to the edge.

In my bedroom, he methodically checks the closet and ensuite before turning to face me with a predatory grin stretching across his face.

“Now I’ve got you all to myself.” He stalks towards me, and as his hands sink into my hair, I moan, tilting my head back in eager anticipation of his kiss.

He doesn’t disappoint.

His lips crash against mine, and my world explodes. Electric heat surges through my body, a wildfire ready to reduce me to ash. The heady scent of his cologne wraps around my skin, clouding my senses until all I know is Rafael.

“Rafael,” I moan softly, my arms twining around his neck as I return his kiss with all my pent-up frustration. “Is this a dream?”

A low growl leaves his throat, and he breaks the kiss. “There are no dreams anymore,amorina. Only nightmares. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you. I’ll make sure you enjoy the darkness. Understand?”

“What-what are you talking about?”

“This.”

In a flash, he grabs my arms off his neck and spins me around, walking us forward until my chest is pressed tightly against the wall. “No. Touching,” he rasps, nipping at the shell of my ear.

I push back into him, relishing the groan that escapes his lips as my ass presses against his erection. His head drops to my neck, his tongue tracing a hot path before he sucks the sensitive flesh into his mouth. The suction goes straight to my core, and I moan wantonly, arching my neck to grant him better access.

He adjusts his grip, capturing both my wrists in one large hand, while his free hand snakes around my body, cupping my tit and kneading the flesh until I’m writhing against him desperately, my fists opening and closing involuntarily under his hold.

Then slowly, his hand descends until he’s cupping my pussy again. Stars explode behind my eyelids the instant he starts grinding the heel of his palm against my clit.

“Rafael.” His name falls from my lips again in a breathy groan as I feel my entire being set ablaze with every movement of his hand.

“You’re drenched for me,amorina. So fucking wet, you’re soaking my hand through your panties.” His words take a while to compute, and when I realize he’s speaking Italian, a fresh wave of arousal slams into me. Fuck, that’s so hot.

His touch abandons my core and returns to my wrists. With a firm grip, he lifts both my hands up and places them on the wall on either side of my head. “Keep them there. If they move away from that wall, I’m stopping.”

My fingers curl against the threat.

“You better not fucking stop,” I pant.

His hands move swiftly, unzipping my dress and unhooking my bra like he’s done it a thousand times. He’s forced to brieflylift my hands off the wall so I can shrug off the dress, and I can’t resist teasing him. “You promised to stop if I moved, remember?”

Without warning, his palm comes down on my ass. The sharp sting blooms into a delicious warmth that spreads over my burning skin, leaving me grinning as he guides my hands back in place, my cheek pressed against the cool surface.

“Happy?” he grunts.

“Not yet.”

“Don’t test me,amorina. You won’t like the results.”

“Says who?”

He taps my inner thighs, and I lift my legs obligingly, allowing him to pull the dress away. Once it’s gone, his palm glides up from my ankle to my ass, followed by feather-light kisses that leave tingles in their wake. When he reaches my raw cheek, he nuzzles against it, then bites into the tender flesh—hard.

“Says me.”

I yelp at the jolt of pain, but he’s quick to soothe it with his tongue by laving the spot until the sharp burn morphs into a pleasure so intense it makes my toes curl.

“Fuck.”

Fuck is right.

Still buzzing from the aftershocks, I barely notice when his fingers dip under my panties and slide them down. My legs lift on autopilot, one after the other, eager to be freed from the damp silk. Glancing back, I catch him just in time, raising the soaked material to his nose, inhaling deeply. My head spins as he rumbles out a pleased groan.

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