Page 21 of Can't Bite This Feeling
“Dru,” he growls, low and patient, “speak.”
Heat rises to my cheeks, shame swirling in my gut. I force the words out, raw and trembling. “It’s just… You haven’t touched me since the other night, when Lucifer stole you away.”
Rapha goes still. A muscle jumps in his jaw, and the darkness around him seems to pulse.
“Drusilla.” My name is a rasp, full of anguish. “You think I don’t want you?”
I flinch at the ferocity in his voice. “I don’t know,” I whisper, blinking back tears. “You hold me, but you don’ttouchme. You barely kiss me. I thought… maybe you don’t want me anymore.”
His entire frame shudders, and for a terrifying moment, I think he might explode. But then his forehead drops against mine, his breath coming ragged and hot.
“Amora mea,” he groans, his voice breaking, “I want you every fucking moment. I ache for you. But…”
“But?”
His arms tighten, claws digging lightly into my waist in a desperate hold. “I feeldirty,” he spits, venom in every syllable, though not aimed at me. “My hands are stained with greed, with taking, with death. I collect souls for Lucifer, Drusilla. Filthy, corrupted things. And then I come back to you—bright, sweet,good—and I don’t want to taint you with that filth.”
My heart twists so hard it hurts.
“You think you could taint me?” I ask, swallowing a sob. “After everything we’ve survived?”
He goes still again, but this time it’s like he’s listening to a truth he cannot bear to accept.
I press closer, my hands sliding to his face, cradling it. “Rapha,” I breathe, letting all my love pour out of me, “you could never taint me. You saved me. Youchoseme. You set mefree.”
His lips tremble under my fingertips, and a pained sound breaks from him.
I stand on tiptoe, kissing him slowly, sweetly, then deeper, until he groans into my mouth. When I break away, I look him dead in the eyes.
“Let me show you,” I whisper.
Without breaking eye contact, I sink to my knees.
Rapha’s eyes flare, turning molten, dangerous. “Drusilla?—”
“Hush,” I command softly, palms sliding up his thighs, feeling the iron heat of him. “Let me worship you, my love.”
He lets out a hoarse, strangled moan as I free his cock from his pants and wrap one hand around the thick, impossibly hard length of him.
“Gods,” I breathe, licking my lips. “You’re…beautiful.”
His claws flex against the air, as if he can’t decide whether to pull me up or keep me down.
I make the choice for him, taking him into my mouth, slow and reverent. His taste is dark, salty, and powerful, sending a fresh flood of heat through me.
“Fuck,” he growls, voice ragged, his hand sinking into my hair. “Dru?—”
I slide my lips down him, deeper, until he hits the back of my throat, and he jerks, muscles trembling. He tries to pull away, but I grip his thighs, refusing to let him. I’m a novice, working on instinct alone, but I let my want, myneed, guide me.
I hollow my cheeks, working him with my lips and tongue, feeling him throb with every stroke. His growls shake the walls, low and feral, until he finally loses his fight and rocks into my mouth with a helpless rhythm.
I look up. The agony and ecstasy warring in his crimson eyes make me even bolder as I cup his heavy balls and roll them gently between my fingers.
He yanks me up so fast the world spins. His mouth crashes down on mine, all heat and desperation, as he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bed.
“Mine,” he snarls against my lips. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, we’ll never be apart again.”
“Yes,” I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Rapha.Now.”
