Page 3 of Can't Bite This Feeling
Her legs shift restlessly beneath me. “Rapha?—”
“I’ll stop if you want,” I say, voice ragged. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
She looks at me, eyes wide, pupils blown with desire. “No. I want…Ineed…I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
I suck her nipple into my mouth again, tasting her slowly, reverently. Her thighs clamp around my waist, her fingers claw at the moss.
I kiss her flushed cheeks, her parted lips. “Are you ready?” I ask, though every cell in my body is screaming for her.
She nods, tightens her legs around my waist, and pulls me close.
When I finally enter her, I do it slowly. Carefully. She’s tight and wet and so very warm. Her channel clenches around my cock with every delicious inch I sink inside her. I grit my teeth, trying not to lose control, but the feel of her, the sound of her gasps and pants as she whispers my name like a prayer is too much.
“Gods,” I groan. “You’re perfect.”
She whimpers. “Move. Please. I want to feel all of you.”
I rock into her with long, slow strokes, memorizing every sound she makes. She grabs my shoulders, her nails raking down my back. Her eyes lock on mine, dark and dazed, like I’ve cast a spell.
“You feel…Oh, Rapha…”
I lean down, kiss her throat, whisper ancient words in her ear. Words that mean love. And yours. And always.
She tightens around me, cries out, and falls apart.
I bury myself deep inside her, spilling with a groan that echoes through the rocks. My body shudders, heart pounding against hers. I don’t know where she ends and I begin. I don’t want to.
After, we lie tangled together, my hand splayed over her belly, hers cupped over my heart.
“I can feel it,” she says softly.
“What?”
“The way you love me. It’s in my bones now.”
I press my lips to her temple. “You were mine long before this. Before time. Before memory.”
She smiles, soft and wicked. “And now you’re mine.”
She falls asleep like that, with my arms around her, her fingers curled over my heart like a brand. And it is. She is.
Forever.
It happens beneath the cliffs where we first made love, where the wind howls like prophecy and the sea lashes the rocks below, as if the earth is unsure whether to mourn or celebrate what we are about to do.
She lies beneath me, bare and brave, her dark hair a halo of tangled silk around her face, her eyes lit from within. Her fingerstrail lightly down my chest, her voice calm even as the air vibrates with the unknown.
“Do it, Rapha. I’m ready.”
“No,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “You don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“I do,” she says fiercely. “I want this. I wantyou.”
My heart—whatever’s left of it—stutters.
She cups my cheek, pulls me down until our foreheads touch. “Don’t you see?” she whispers. “This isn’t death. This is the first time I get tochoose. And I choose you.”
I exhale shakily, my fangs descending as my control frays. My body is tight with restraint, my cock already hard from the nearness of her, the scent of her skin, the truth in her voice.
