Page 126 of Tempted By the Devil

We ate panna cotta, holding each other’s gaze as I ran my tongue over the spoon and he watched with wolfish hunger. I moaned at the taste of the sweet, silky custard and licked at the raspberry syrup that clung to the spoon.

He set down his with a clang, his thick, strong fingers twitching. He didn’t last much longer after that. Draining the last of his white wine, he pushed his chair back and rose promptly to his feet.

My pulse raced watching him stride around the edge of the table and?—

Next thing I know, this is where we are.

We’re lying in his bed as we trade passionate kisses. My legs drop from his waist, the heels of my feet clinging to the edge of the bed.

Rafael is bent over me, a hand at my throat, his tongue thrust deep in my mouth. As it turns out, the panna cotta wasn’t dessert at all—that’s me.I’vebecome his dessert.

I ruffle my fingers through his hair, gripping at his strands as he kisses me like he can never get enough. The sweet taste of me is the only dessert he’ll ever need. His mouth travels from my lips to everywhere else within reach.

A soft moan vibrates out of me as he starts his descent. My jaw and my throat, both of which he traces with his tongue and nips at with his teeth. He drops warm, reverent kisses that make me snap shut my eyes and tug at his hair.

No wonder Rafael is such a damn talented business man—his mouth is like no other. Not only can he dominate in business talks, he can wield this weapon in the bedroom, turning women like me into melted puddles of want and need.

His kisses spread from the column of my throat to my chest. Then he’s peeling off my clothes, lowering the straps of my simple silver dress until my breasts pop free. He makes sure both receive equal attention.

“Rafael!” I moan his name as his tongue swirls around my areola and then he sucks my little beaded nipple into his mouth.

He’s pushing my dress the rest of the way down. The fabric slides down my body ’til it’s folded over at the waist and I’m trapped under him and his talented mouth.

He’s truly a greedy man in moments like this. He sucks my nipple ’til I can’t possibly take anymore. My pussy’s pulsing, throbbing so hard, I’m ready to come. I slide fingers through his hair and turn my head to the side, biting down on my bottom lip.

Pleasure vibrates through every cell inside my body. Sharp, electrifying pricks that can only be described as sparks.Fireworksthat are about to explode.

He sucks on my breasts until they gleam with his saliva and my poor dark brown nipples stand stiff and achingly erect. Then he moves on to inflict more torture elsewhere, traveling across the flat surface of my stomach.

It’s a ticklish sensation. I half laugh through my moans and pants, arching against his mouth.

He grins knowingly, then sucks at the soft skin. Torturing me more. Making me giggle all while I’m deliriously hot and turned on.

My dress is left as a scrap of fabric banded around my waist. Rafael makes his way to my mons pubis and strips off my panties like it’s an art form. He takes his time, letting the satin material slide down my hips and thighs as he feasts his eyes on my pussy. He always looks at me like it’s the first time.

As if he’s truly mesmerized each and every time we’re together like this.

Flinging my panties elsewhere, he pushes my thighs wider and then buries his face in between.

My head tips back as an instant whimper of approval vibrates through me.

Fuck, he’s so good at this!

I’m merely along for the ride as he dines on me. Yet another way I’ve become his dessert for the night. My fingers rest in his dark strands, the rest of my body alive with fiery sparks of pleasure.

Rafael uses his mouth in ways that feel mind-bending. His tongue massages my clit, slow and methodical in the pattern and rhythm he establishes. Building toward the ultimate pleasure that rises up inside me every moment we’re like this.

He sucks at my labia and runs his tongue up and down the length of me. Always switching up the motions. Always toying with the level of pressure he applies. Always giving me what I need, then pulling back just slightly when I’m about to come.

His tongue pushes inside me and my eyes roll back toward the ceiling. I tug harder at his hair and stop holding back the noises I make.

Iscreamhis name. I beg him to give me more.

“Make me come!” I babble, panting. “I need it… please… I’m sooo close… I… OHHH YES!”

Rafael laps at my pussy. His hands stroke my bare thighs. His scruff scratches at my tender flesh and somehow increases the pleasure even more.

All of it. Everything about the moment. Everything abouthim.

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