Page 118 of Monsters Wear Crowns
The stretch.
Theclaim.
And when he finally collapsed forward, I felt the curve of his smile against my skin. “I told you,” he whispered, voice hoarse, breath warm. “Didn’t need long.”
I slumped against the island, my legs shaking, my breath ragged. Rafe’s chest was hot on my back, his arms strong on either side of me, his cock still buried deep inside, pulsing with the last of his release.
We stayed like that for a moment. Nothing but the sound of the stove humming behind us, the shallow cadence of our breathing, the scent of garlic and sex tangled in the air.
Then I gave a breathless laugh, turning my head just enough to glance back at him. “You better pray dinner’s as good as that was,” I rasped, my voice hoarse and ruined.
Rafe huffed a dark laugh and nuzzled into my shoulder, pressing a slow kiss there. “Little doe,” he murmured, “you just had an orgasm with your mouth full and got bent over the counter and pumped full of my cum. Don’t start with me about dinner.”
I turned in his arms, weak-limbed and flushed, and he let me. I reached up and kissed him, tasting him with every inch of hunger I still hadn’t burned off. His lips curved against mine, one hand sliding up my spine to cradle the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair again like he couldn’t help himself.
He pulled back just far enough to whisper against my mouth, “You ruin me.”
I smiled, wrecked and pleased, mascara smudged.
He grinned, stepped back, and gave my ass a parting slap before tugging his sweatpants up.God, his body was fucking incredible.“Let’s eat before I say fuck it and take you again,” hemuttered.
I reached for a fork with trembling fingers and tossed him a look over my shoulder. “You say that like I’d complain.”
Rafe growled low in his throat and opened the cabinet like it had personally offended him. “That was fucking hot,” he laughed, turning off the burners. “I like this relationship thing.”
I laughed and sauntered to the bathroom, legs still barely functioning.
***
The air was thick with the scent of salmon and the crisp bite of red wine. The patio lights twinkled above us, but my attention drifted to the man across from me.
Rafe lookedsatisfied.Giddy, even. A little smug from what had happened in the kitchen, he was more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. His gaze drifted to mine as he swirled his wine glass, watching me with lazy amusement. He had donned a loose-fitting white tee, looking utterly at ease.
“Damn,” he murmured, shaking his head before taking another sip of wine. “You lookfartoo pleased with yourself.”
I smirked, cutting into another bite of salmon. “I could say the same about you.”
He let out a low chuckle, setting his glass down. “I’d be a fool not to be. I just got my dick sucked while cooking. Then I got to fuck that sweet pussy. It’s pretty awesome.”
The giddy warmth in my chest only grew. The night air was cool against my skin, but I feltlight. Satisfied, yes, but there was something more–something I wanted to scream from the rooftops.
“So,” I said, tilting my head. “Do you ever eat like this with anyone else?”
He smirked. “Eat salmon? Or entertain company?”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Rafe exhaled through his nose, resting his forearms on thetable. “I don’t particularly do relationships.”
I blinked. “Ever?”
His smirk deepened as if my surprise was amusing. “Never.”
I sat back, letting that sink in. “So, you’ve only ever had hookups?”
He nodded, taking another sip of wine. “And even those were nothing special.”
I thought about that for a moment, rolling my fork between my fingers. “I’ve had a few relationships,” I admitted. “But none of them were serious.”
