Page 22 of Can't Bite This Feeling
Rapha lowers me to the bed so carefully, as if I might shatter, though there’s nothing fragile left in me except my heart. My legs fall open for him instinctively, welcoming him, needing him.
His crimson eyes blaze, and he lowers himself between my thighs, the heat of his body pressing me into the soft linen. One large, claw-tipped hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing a tear I didn’t know had fallen.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps, voice ragged, “and I will.”
“Never,” I whisper, trembling. “I want this. I wantyou.”
A growl vibrates deep in his chest. He shifts his hips, and the thick head of his cock brushes my entrance, so much bigger than before, stretching me already.
I gasp, gripping his forearms as anticipation knots tight in my belly.
“Breathe,” he commands gently, pressing a kiss to my lips.
Then he pushes forward, slowly at first, claiming me inch by impossibly thick inch. My body resists him, burning as hestretches me wider than I thought possible. A cry escapes me. It’s not pain exactly, but it’sintense, a delicious sting that blurs the line between pleasure and too much.
“Easy,mea amora,” he soothes, his voice breaking as he struggles to hold back. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”
He goes deeper. My body clenches instinctively, making him groan, a low, inhuman sound that rumbles through his massive frame.
“Rapha,” I whimper, nails digging into his arms. “It’s…too much.”
He freezes, sweat sheening his brow, muscles taut as stone. “Should I stop?”
“No,” I breathe, fighting through the dizzy overwhelm. “Wait. Let me…adjust.”
His forehead rests against mine, his breaths coming in ragged, tortured bursts. He pulses inside me, so big I swear I can feel him everywhere, as though he’s carved himself into my soul.
“Gods, you’re killing me,” he groans, one hand clutching my hip like an anchor while he braces his weight on the other. “I’d forgotten…You feel like heaven, Drusilla.”
I force myself to relax, focusing on the steady, pounding rhythm of his heart against my chest. I wiggle, finding a position that feels good. The pain begins to soften, melting into something fierce and bright, a pleasure that coils deep in my belly.
“Okay,” I whisper shakily. “I’m ready.”
He growls again, low and raw, and draws back before thrusting forward with a slow, relentless roll of his hips. I cry out, overwhelmed by howfullI feel, how right this is.
“Look at me,” he commands, voice thick with need.
I do, and it’s like a lightning strike as our bond crackles to life, burning through every nerve.
Rapha moves in long, powerful strokes that drag against every sensitive place inside me, setting my body alight. The edge of pain fades completely, replaced by a spreading, molten pleasure that builds higher with every thrust.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that is all teeth and tongues and desperate need. He groans into my mouth, thrusting harder now, faster, his control slipping away.
“Mine,” he snarls against my lips, pounding into me so deep that I feel him in my bones. “You willalwaysbe mine.”
“Yes,” I sob, dizzy with sensation, nails raking down his broad, sweat-slick back. “I’m yours. Forever.”
His movements become rough, frantic, as if he can’t get close enough, can’t merge our bodies deeply enough.
The pleasure builds and builds, crashing over me in waves that steal my breath. I break apart around him, crying out, my walls clenching tight, milking him as he follows me over the edge.
“Drusilla,” he roars as he drives deep one last time and spills inside me with a groan that echoes through my soul.
We shatter together, tangled and shaking, bound by a love so powerful it could tear the world apart.
When the tremors ease, he collapses against me, burying his face in my hair, his breath ragged.
I hold him, heart thundering, overwhelmed by how close we are, by how, even after all these centuries, Rapha is stillmyhome.
