Page 34 of Resilient Love

His nostrils flare, and he works his jaw. “A distraction.Just this once,” I clarify, pushing more conviction into my words this time.

I’m rewarded with a visual of the exact moment his resolve snaps. His warm, callused hand scrapes along my jaw, dragging down my throat, where his fingers dig into the delicate flesh over my pulse. He brings his lips to hover above my ear, his cool breath a tickle over my heated skin, and I clench my eyes shut, begging my pebbled nipples to relax.

“Just this once,” he whispers, the words rough, scraping across my skin as if physically capable of doing such a thing. My breath hitches, getting caught in my throat. “We’ll get it out of our systems and move on with our lives after this, you understand, Elise?”

God,yes. I want nothing more than to fuck this man out of my system.

I nod, realising he can only feel the movement. “Y-yes.” I stutter my agreement.

“Good,” he says, pushing me out of his grasp by my throat. I fall back into the chair as he rounds his desk, prowling to the door to lock it before returning. “Before this goes any further, we need to agree on a few things here.”

I nod my agreement, worrying my lower lip.

“I don’t do slow and gentle. We’re not ‘making love’.” He says the last two words as if they’re dirty and tainted. “We’re fucking. Rough and fast, and I can’t coddle you throughout. If we do this, I want to get lost inyou.”

I groan loudly, my heartbeat pounding in my throat as he drags the chair back a foot before standing in front of me and dropping to his knees. “Is that alright with you, or do we need to pretend this never happened?” His words are gruff, and they scrape against my skin like sandpaper.

“God, yes, that’s perfect. I have absolutelynodesire to be treated like porcelain.”

His eyes narrow, searching my face for any semblance of a lie, and when he finds none, I’m rewarded with an almost imperceptible quirk of his lips—it might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“You might be in charge out there”—he flicks his chin to the door—“but in here? I’m the one in control. Now let me see what’s for lunch.”

Oh, Christ, this man and his sinful mouth. Iknewhe’d be a dirty talker. My head falls back, my gaze averted to the popcorn ceiling above us for a moment as I regain my composure, but it’s a moment too long for him.

“Eyes on me,” he grunts out, sliding his callused hands up my thighs. Our eyes lock as his fingers dig into the material ofmy spandex shorts. He drags them down my legs, along with my thong, pulling them off of my ankles and dropping them beside him.

He takes a deep lungful of air, and I find myself mirroring the movement, reminding me to breathe as I shake with need.

Rafael grips my foot and calf, bending it up and dropping it over the top of the armrest. He repeats the movement with my other leg, splaying me wide open for him. The cool, stagnant air in this small space both chills me to my core and suffocates me all at once.

He rests back on his haunches, scrubbing a hand down his face and clenching his eyes shut as he releases a long groan.

I bend forward as best I can, tapping the centre of his forehead with my forefinger, a sly smirk spreading my lips, regaining some of my usual bravado.

“Uh, uh, uh.” I tsk. “Eyes on me,” I say, my cheek quirking when he rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his face.

“Who’s calling the shots here, Elise?” he asks, his deep voice dropping another octave as he sits up, bringing his face to mine. He dips his chin and drags the tip of his nose over my jawline, his mouth hovering an inch from where I want it.

The thought is so strange. Ineverkiss the people I have sex with, because that isallwe’re doing. Fucking and moving on. Kissing feels intimate, it feels likemore. More than I can or even want to entertain giving to someone, but that doesn’t put a stop to the needy way my body reacts to this man. A whimper climbs up my throat, and I’m half a second from begging him to shove his tongue down in my mouth. I wasn’t joking when I told Letty I want him to fillallof my holes.

He drops a hand to my core, and I suck a breath through my teeth, the heat radiating off of him seeping into me as he strokes my wet slit. His other hand winds into the hair at the base of my skull, tugging my mouth to his. Rafael’s full lips press againstmine as he pushes a finger inside me. I buck off the chair, but his body keeps me firmly in place as his lips mould to me.

He pumps a thick finger into my cunt, my insides melting as heat radiates through me, starting in my core and spreading outward. I whine against his mouth, his lips pressing firmly onto mine. He swipes his hot tongue across the seam, and I open for him, allowing his tongue to slip inside and tangle with mine.

My muscles clench, tingles shooting through me. Strangled moans leave my throat, only to be devoured by Rafael. The heel of his palm rubs deliciously against my clit, and I wind my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his traps.

He groans loudly, tilting his head for better access as he presses me further into the chair, squishing me to the seat.

His hot mouth leaves mine, but only for a second. He nips my bottom lip, and I practically dissolve against him, whining as he smirks down at me. “I think I asked you a question,peligrosa,” he says, lazily pumping his finger in and out of my pussy.

“I don’t remember what it was, nor do I care,” I answer, earning a second finger slamming into me. I arch into his warm, muscular body, my head falling back, exposing my neck. He ducks his chin, nipping the thin skin over my pulse and scraping his teeth up to my ear. I love that he’s not delicate with me. Ihatebeing treated like stained glass.

“Elise,” he warns, “who’s in charge here?” His breath coasts over the shell of my ear.

“You’re,oh god,” I cry, his fingers spreading inside me, stretching me out.

“Sorry, what was that?” he teases with a dark, humourless chuckle that’s as sexy as it is infuriating.

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