Page 19 of Can't Bite This Feeling
He chuckles low, the sound vibrating through my belly. “Patience,mea amora.I’m going to taste you,” he warns, his voice rough silk, “and you’re going to let me.”
His shoulders wedge my thighs apart, spreading me wide, exposing me completely. The hunger in his crimson eyes is enough to make my heart stutter.
This is new. Does he mean…
He lowers his mouth to my throbbing core.
Gods, yes. I want him everywhere.
The first stroke of his tongue is so devastatingly gentle that I whimper, my hips bucking. Rapha anchors my thighs over hisshoulders, his hands holding me open as he licks me again, slower this time, savoring every ripple and hollow of my sex.
My entire body feels like it’s dissolving. I’ve only ever known pleasure like this with Rapha, but I didn’t know I could come apart from his mouth and tongue.
He circles my clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucks. I cry out, my hands scrabbling at the bed linens.
“Gods! Rapha?—”
“Come for me,” he commands, voice deep and inhuman against my most sensitive flesh. “Now.”
I shatter on his tongue, pleasure crashing over me like a violent wave. My body arches, my muscles locking tight as I climax, moaning his name like a broken prayer.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me through every aftershock until I’m trembling and weak and nearly sobbing from how good it feels.
Only then does he rise over me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His smile is sharp, feral, and beautiful.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls, leaning in to claim my mouth again.
I taste myself on his lips. “Please,” I whisper desperately.
He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock sliding through my wetness, probing, teasing. My hands fly to his shoulders, anchoring myself.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I do. Gods, I do because there’s nowhere else I want to look. His crimson eyes pin me in place, full of love, ruin, and salvation.
But before he can thrust, something changes.
He goes rigid above me, and the color drains from his face.
“Rapha?” I breathe, dread slicing through my pleasure-hazed mind.
He doesn’t answer, staring past me, his eyes unfocused.
Rapha.
I startle at the voice.It echoes in the room like a blade across stone. Cold, ruthless, amused.
Rapha, you have work to do.
I lick my lips nervously. “Is that?—”
“Lucifer,” Rapha says grimly. “His timing is impeccable as always.”
My heart lurches in terror. I clutch Rapha’s arms, trying to pull him back to me. “Don’t listen,” I plead, voice cracking. “Stay with me.”
But Rapha’s entire body is coiled tight, his jaw locked. Fury simmers in his eyes as he battles the command of his master.
Finish your duty, demon of greed,the voice insists.There are souls to be reaped.
