Page 18 of Can't Bite This Feeling
His eyes flare, the color deepening to molten red.
“More?” he echoes, his voice a rough promise.
I nod, unable to look away. “I need you, Rapha. All of you. I need to feel you again. To remember us.”
His jaw tightens, his hands flexing like he’s fighting to stay calm.
“Drusilla,” he growls, low and reverent.
Before I can reply, he leans in and captures my lips in a kiss so fierce it steals my breath. The taste of him, dark and sweet, floods me with heat. I cling to him, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt, as though I could drag him inside me with sheer will alone.
The kiss deepens, losing any hint of restraint. His tongue slides against mine, demanding, worshipful, and I moan into him, the sound raw and hungry.
People bustle past us in the square, but I don’t see them, don’t care. There is only this. Only him.
I gasp when his claws graze lightly over the small of my back, teasing the sensitive skin beneath my blouse. My entire body arches, responding shamelessly.
“Rapha,” I pant, breaking the kiss, breathing hard. “Please. Take me back to the inn. Now.”
His eyes darken, the red pupils blown wide.
“You’re sure?” he asks, voice strained with barely leashed desire.
“Yes.” I nod, heart pounding. “I need to…connectwith you. I can’t wait any longer.”
A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest.
“Then hold on,mea amora.”
He lifts me easily, one arm locked around my waist, and in a swirl of wind and shadow, the square vanishes, replaced by the familiar, creaking floorboards of our inn room.
I can barely breathe. My pulse is a wild drum, echoing the rush of blood in my veins. Rapha looks at me like a starved wolf, as if I’m his entire reason for existence, and every inch of me thrills with it.
His crimson eyes darken, and with a single snap of his talon-tipped fingers, the clothes he conjured for me vanish in a whisper of air, leaving me suddenly, startlingly naked.
My breath catches in shock as I glance down, cheeks flaming, then lift my eyes to his.
Rapha is bare too… andGods, he’smorethan I remember, more than any mortal could ever be. His body is broader, sculpted from shadows and raw power, every line carved with inhuman grace. Andhe’s biggereverywherenow, impossibly hard, so thick and long I tremble at the sight of him, both aroused and awed.
The cool air teases my nipples, making them pebble and ache, but Rapha’s gaze burns hotter than any fire as it roams over me.
“Even more perfect than I remember,” he rasps before he lowers his mouth to mine.
He kisses me hard. No gentle prelude, just raw, consuming hunger. My knees go weak, and he steadies me, one huge hand gripping the back of my neck while the other snakes around to cup my breast, his thumb brushing the sensitive tip until I moan into his mouth.
I’m shaking, desperate, needing him like air.
Rapha pulls back only long enough to lift me easily, carrying me to the bed like I weigh nothing. His body covers mine in an instant, his warmth seeping into my bones, his scent dark and heady and overwhelming.
He kisses down my throat, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire behind. When he reaches my breasts, he pauses, eyes gleaming with something darkly possessive.
“Mine,” he whispers, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard enough to make me arch off the mattress.
Pleasure lances through me, sharp and dizzying. I gasp his name, my fingers buried in his hair, pulling him closer. Rapha growls against my skin and switches to the other breast, teasing and biting until I’m panting.
Then he moves lower, kissing down my stomach, making me writhe.
“Rapha, please?—”
