Page 7 of Raphael
I melt against him as, with feverish hunger, his fingers glide between my locks of hair, tugging at the band that binds my high ponytail. A growl of delight rumbles in his throat as the band snaps off, and he sets my hair free. The sound reverberates through me, a renewed blow of desire thrumming in my veins. My breath hitches at his overwhelming nearness. His presence is a powerful force, raging like the fiercest tempest, and I want to be lost in him, to let go of everything that ties me to reality and let him sweep me away into his vortex of delight.
My head spins with pleasure, the darkness of the cellar heightening every sensation, and I clutch at his shoulders, urging him closer, though I know what we’re doing is reckless and foolish. But in this moment, all that matters is the intoxicating rush of desire and the man standing before me.
“D’you want me?” he growls, his minty breath hot against my ear.
My heart drums in my chest, and I can hardly breathe. I meet his gaze, my voice barely a whisper.Fuck it.“Yes.”
He smiles and slides his hands up my thighs, pulling me closer still as our mouths merge once more in sweet surrender.
“That’s a good girl…” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” I moan, barely audible as I try to process what’s happening. His desire and mine intertwine us in a warm cocoon of want and need. Nodding, I watch him smile fiercely. It’s the wildest thing I’ve ever done, but this guy is so fucking hot. His taut, chiseled chest begs for my touch, and his warmth radiates beneath me as my hands drift over him.
“Fuck...” I breathe, peeling away his leather jacket from his massive shoulders. I want to feel his taut chest beneath my fingers, feel the warmth of his skin against my skin… This isexactlywhat I need. There’s nothing else on my mind except for this.
His touch moves over my body with breathtaking precision and sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. I moan against his lips, and he grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table. His warmth radiates from his body onto mine as he kisses me deeper, sliding his hands up under my skirt as I gasp in the sweetest agony.
A pang of pain and need shoots through my core when he suddenly pulls away, his controlling hands firmly pushing up my skirt and trapping my thighs into place. I protest with a low moan, but he shushes me fast—roughly enough that I shiver in delight.
His hands glide up my thighs, pushing up my skirt as he slips into the space between my knees. “Do you want me here?” he purrs, his voice low and exuding unmistakable desire.
I bite my lower lip and nod eagerly, barely recognizing myself in this fervor of lust. But rational thoughts flee swiftly as his fingers hook into my panties, dragging them torturously down my legs. My head falls back against the shelves with a gasp, combusted nerves aching for his mouth to replace the delicate fabric.
His kiss then glides up the sensitive inner skin, higher and higher until I am mindless, quivering for that first taste... Oh, fuck. Is this really happening? It is, and I want every decadent second of it. His tongue slips between my soaked folds and I cry out as stars explode behind my eyes.
“That’s it,” he growls, arrogant and satisfied. “Come for me, babe. I want to hear you come.”
His commanding words pierce through the haze of my pleasure. Nobody has ever spoken to me with such authority in the bedroom before. I would normally bristle at such a presumption. But right now, I’m willing to surrender control.
Inhibitions blur as my heart rate spikes, tense like a bowstring ready to burst. Rational thought flees, no match for the onslaught of sensation. And when his tongue strokes that excruciatingly sensitive spot again, ecstasy shatters me with brute force.
I become one with his kiss, lost in the glorious rapture radiating from every nerve ending. A ragged cry rips from my throat—I am his, utterly conquered by intimate expertise I cannot hope to match.
Slowly, he straightens, holding me close against his muscular form. One hand trails up my back, tangling into my hair and gently tilting my head to meet his hypnotic gaze.
“You… are exquisite,” he murmurs, voice laden with desire. His piercing maroon eyes see into my very soul, leaving me exposed and trembling despite my usual composure.
We remain entangled during endless moments as I drift back to reality, pinned by his ravenous stare. I believed myself experienced, but this royal fiend leaves me utterly undone with just a mere taste of his skills. And I find myself longing for so much more.
I offer him a sleepy smile while he kisses my brow gently. Here in his arms, I am contented. This isn’t the start of something lasting or beautiful—and that’s fine. Right now, the moment is perfect. And that is enough.
He smiles, dark eyes searing into me as he traces small circles on my thigh with a tantalizing touch. “How wasthatfor an escape?” he purrs, mischief and desire hanging from each word.
I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “Better than anything I could have imagined,” I manage, breathless.Wow. I’m tempted to praise him more, but I hold back because the guy’s cocky enough without it.
He leans down, pressing one last brief but tender kiss to my forehead. I mourn the loss of contact as he straightens, my body still thrumming. But then, the intensity in his gaze quickens my pulse for an entirely different reason.
Stooping briefly, he retrieves my discarded underwear from the floor. His intimate handling of the delicate fabric makes me flush with heat. But I take them with as much dignity as I can muster.
Once I’ve made myself presentable again, he offers me his hand. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, voice low and determined. The words send a thrilling shiver through me. Just who the hell is this wonderful man?
Fires of hell—I wouldn’t mind staying locked inside here a while longer. I’m aching to have him,or at least return the favor. As I sweep back my tousled dark locks of hair, I heave a heavy sigh. Fuck. Why would he stop now? I want to say all these things, but I struggle to reclaim some dignity as I follow him.
CHAPTER5
Raphael
Darkness envelopsus like a heavy velvet cloak. I can feel her tense form inches away from me, every movement of her body sending an electric jolt through mine. The charged silence between us feels fit to ignite. My lips are still tingling with the ghost of her kiss.
