Page 91 of Protected from Malice
As Rafe sinks deeper inside me, I moan with pleasure.
My inner walls quiver around him.
Desire blossoms into an aching need.
I clutch his biceps, my nails digging in.
My legs fall apart as I welcome him in. As I turn over my body to him.
“Rafe,” I groan, “Oh?—”
But then he shifts slightly, hitting that magical spot that makes my brain dissolve into mush.
Rafe stills. He braces himself on one arm and looks down at me. His gaze searches mine. “Are you still okay?” he asks. “If you want to change?—”
“I’m good,” I hurry to reassure him. “This is perfect.”
He stares at me for another second. “I just want to make sure. Since this is different from before.”
Different meaning he’s on top this time, instead of me. I figured Rafe would like it this way—he’s definitely the dominanttype in everything else, so it stands to reason he’d prefer being in control when he’s having sex, as well.
But he hasn’t pushed me for it. He hasn’t even mentioned it. We’ve had sex—though it sure feels like something a lot deeper than that—eight times now, not that I’m counting, and I’ve been on top for each one of them.
Which I’mdefinitelynot complaining about. And in the beginning, it was just what I needed. Being the one in charge, controlling the pace, being able to look down at Rafe and see the blatant evidence of his desire for me… It was amazing. Itisamazing.
But this morning I decided I wanted more.
I wanted to know all the ways Rafe was holding back.
I wanted to feel his intensity. His strength. His passion. I wanted to know how it felt for Rafe to take control for a change.
And what I’ve discovered is it’s incredibly freeing. Because I trust him implicitly, there’s no fear involved. No triggers. This is Rafe unrestrained, his emotions on full display, his instincts taking over as our bodies come together in a new kind of ecstasy.
“I love it,” I tell him. “Being like this.” My lips quirk. “The only thing that’s not okay is you stopping.”
Rafe leans down and kisses me. “Well, I guess I’d better not stop, then.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him to me. “You’d better not.”
Then I give my inner muscles a little squeeze, smiling to myself as I feel him twitch inside me. I’ve discovered Rafereallylikes it when I do that, just like he likes it when I nip at the sensitive skin below his ear or take him in my hand and stroke him slowly, building the anticipation until he can’t take it anymore.
“Brain,” he growls. But there’s a hint of amusement to it. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Me?” I widen my eyes innocently. “Nothing.”
Then I give him another squeeze.
He thickens inside me. Throbs. Stretches me deliciously.
His hand comes to my leg, lifting and draping it over his shoulder. Now I’m wide open for him, so when he thrusts into me again, he sinks even deeper. Filling me more completely.
“Rafe, oh it feels so?—”
Words can’t express how it feels.
He strokes my cheek; a tender touch amid this frenzy of need. “It’s the best feeling in the world,” he finishes. His eyes are dark with emotion as he looks at me. “Being with you is better than anything.”
My heart melts.
