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Soon, our clothes are shed piece by piece between passionate embraces until no barriers remain between us. I’ve lost track of who divested who of what garment.
Naked, Raphael is majestic—all toned muscle and perfect proportions. My hands roam his chiseled torso shamelessly, feeling the play and flex of sinew beneath golden skin as he moves above me. It’s my new favorite leisure activity.
I trace the stylized R inked ornately on his left pectoral just above his heart. “A bit arrogant to get your own initial tattooed here, don’t you think?” My teasing smirk elicits a low laugh as Raphael captures my wandering hand against his pounding heart.
“Perhaps,” he murmurs, nipping my lip playfully. “Or it shows exactly who holds the lock to this vulnerable place...”
I flush at the implication, core tightening. Raphael smiles knowingly, guiding my fingertips along the colorful vines twining down his left arm, following their movement with his tongue on my heated skin. I shiver at the dual sensations, nails digging faintly into hard muscle.
Raphael returns the sensual exploration, tracing every dip and curve he finds with fingers and lips. By the time he finally touches me between my legs, I’m soaked and aching for him.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he groans approvingly against the shell of my ear, talented fingers parting my folds and stroking teasingly.
I rock my hips up desperately, whimpering as he continues his unhurried caresses. The slick sound of his fingers pumping into me echoes lewdly in the quiet room.
Each time I near the peak, he backs off, keeping me balanced on the knife’s edge. My toes curl almost painfully, thighs clamped around his hand, trying to gain more friction.
“Raphael, please...” I gasp, my whole body coiled tight as a spring. “I need you inside me.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely...” With a wicked grin, he moves over me, bracing on one elbow. The blunt tip of him teases my entrance and I try angling my hips up impatiently.
Finally, blessedly, he pushes into my slick heat, just an inch or two. I moan at the exquisite stretch, but he stills, eyes locked with mine. “How’s this?” he asks throatily, knowing full well I crave more.
At my incoherent whimper, he withdraws completely, then glides back in torturously slowly. I could scream from the delirium of being filled so perfectly.
Over and over, he strokes into me with maddening languor, until my nails are raking red lines down his sculpted back. “Harder,” I demand, my voice breaking.
Mercifully, Raphael picks up the pace then, powerful hips snapping against mine. The punishing rhythm nudges my clit with each deep thrust, ratcheting the pleasure impossibly high.
He swallows my keening cries with his mouth, kissing me with bruising force. His name spills from my lips like a chant between breaths growing ragged as my climax barrels down.
Then I’m shattering around him, vision going white, back arching almost painfully. Raphael growls and bites down where my neck and shoulder join. The sharp sting sends a new flood of wetness around him.
With animalistic urgency, he pounds into my spasming entrance, seeking his own peak. Three more rough thrusts and he goes taut all over, spilling himself inside me with a guttural groan. The scalding heat prolongs my orgasm deliciously.
At last, Raphael collapses beside me, both of us fighting to catch our breath again. As our heart rates slow, he pulls me against him and I go willingly, savoring his solid warmth.
His hand lazily traces nonsense patterns over my ribs and stomach. The tender intimacy makes something clench almost painfully in my chest. Vulnerable in the wake of spending, I nuzzle my face into his neck, hiding from the confusing wash of emotions.
This isn’t just sex and we both know it, though neither has voiced the scary truth. Already, I can feel myself falling fast and hard for this fascinating, maddening archangel. The question now is whether he’ll be there to catch me when I inevitably tumble the rest of the way down.
CHAPTER16
Raphael
I tracelazy patterns across Helena’s bare shoulder as we lie tangled in satiated bliss. Her raven hair spills over the pillows, contrasting the creamy skin I can’t resist pressing soft kisses to. Helena sighs contentedly, stretching like a cat under my attentions. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
As she arches into my touch, my eyes catch on the antique key pendant dangling from her necklace, nestled between her breasts. She never removes the jewelry, even when naked. My fingers drift down to trace the ornate metalwork curiously.
“This piece is exquisite—very unusual. An heirloom?” I ask.
Her eyes take on a playful glint and she leans up to whisper in my ear, “The key to your heart,maybe?”
I laugh, delighted by her teasing as always. “I think you picked that lock open long ago, my darling.” I tickle her ribs lightly and she squeals. Soon, we’re tussling and trading laughter across the sheets.
I let her pin me finally, gazing up at Helena’s flushed happy face with pure adoration. Her necklace dangles ticklishly, making me squirm. She takes ruthless advantage, but I don’t mind in the least. However mysteriously symbolic, if that antique key secures my beloved’s joy, then no treasure could be greater.
I give her a smile I hope conveys a fraction of the affection flooding my whole being. In the tender afterglow, our usual guards are lowered. I should ask her to stay, suggest grabbing real dinner together tomorrow, push for steps beyond these passionate yet clandestine trysts...
