Page 83 of Protected from Malice
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I raise up and lower myself back down again, taking him even more deeply than before.
Shockwaves of pleasure surge through me.
Rafe holds my hips, helping me move above him.
His eyes are fire as they watch me.
He throbs inside me.
Our pace speeds up, shifting from gentle to frenzied.
Any worries I might have had—about my body, about being ready, aboutanything—are gone in this storm of need.
As I ride Rafe, my breasts bounce, and my skin dampens with perspiration.
I’m making sounds I’ve never heard come out of me before. Moans. Whimpers. Groans. Primal noises of sheer need and ecstasy.
Rafe is a masterpiece; all muscle and rough beauty and hard intensity.
But he’s gentle, too.
Just as I always knew he would, he takes care of me. Protects me. Puts my needs above his.
For our first time, it’s just what I need.
But later? Because there will be a later; I’m sure of it. Later, I want to feel everything he can give me.
We keep moving together, skin slapping and heat building and muscles shaking.
Rafe reaches between us again. Touches me just the way he discovered I like.
“Rafe,” I moan. “I’m so close.”
“Good.” He kisses me hard. “I want to feel you come apart around me.”
Then he lifts me and pulls me back down, tilting my hips so he fills me completely.
Like a star bursting to life, I explode around him. Color and light flash before my eyes. All my muscles go tight, from my fingers to my toes. My head falls back, and Rafe’s mouth comes to my throat.
He surges forward again. And again. And again.
Then he goes impossibly hard inside me. He lets out a guttural cry. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as he pulses inside me.
This time the tears are impossible to hold back.
Rafe falls back onto the mattress, pulling me along with him. After a few seconds, he looks at me, worry darkening his eyes immediately. “Eden. Shit. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I brush the dampness from my cheeks. “I’m more than okay.”
“But you’re crying.”
“Because I’m happy.”
His forehead creases. “You’re crying because you’re happy?”
I nod. “Yes. Because…” I stop to arrange my thoughts. “Because I’m finally with you. After hoping and wishing for so long… it’s wonderful.”
Rafe’s gaze softens. “It is wonderful.”
