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All at once, he pulls back, a wild look in his eyes.
"Princess," he breathes, strangled and pleading.
I know what he’s asking me, know what he’s trying to do.
I don’t let him.
I take him even deeper, relentless, relaxing my jaw so he can fuck my mouth, feeling him thicken one last time.
He doesn’t ask again. He hauls me up by the waist and crashes his mouth onto mine. He tastes like fire. He spins us, walking backward until my spine meets the cold stone wall edging the rooftop. My skirt bunches around my hips before I can even gasp.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls against my neck.
“No,” I moan.
“Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s all yours.”
My panties are pushed aside, no time, no space, just need. He fists his cock, lines up with my slick heat, and drives in. All at once. Deep. Brutal. Perfect.
I cry out, not in pain, in relief. I’ve been waiting for this, my body knew before my mind had a chance to catch up.
“Fuck. You feel like sin,” he rasps, buried deep inside me.
He doesn’t move for a moment. We just stay there, chest to chest, the city roaring beneath us while we’re still. Then he pulls back and thrusts again, hard. I gasp. He grins, dangerous.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
He slams into me.
“Louder.”
I wrap my legs around him.
“I’m yours, Rafe. I’ve always been yours.”
He fucks me, claiming every broken part of me and stitching it back together with each stroke. I clutch his shoulders, his black shirt wrinkling under my fists. He tightens his hand in my hair. I bite his shoulder. He groans, because goddamn, I’m everything holding him together.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, desperate.
He goes feral.
We crash together over and over until there’s nothing but slick heat, snarled breath, and the skyline burning around us.My orgasm hits fast and hard, clenching around him like I’m determined to keep him inside me forever.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you,” he growls, raw.
And then he’s right there with me, hips jerking, voice breaking, as he empties inside me with a low roar that rattles my bones.
We’re shaking. Both of us. The wind kisses our skin. The city pulses below. And for once in this goddamn brutal world… we don’t feel alone.
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Rafaele
Morning light spills across the bedroom floor as Sloane stirs beside me. After last night on the rooftop, after everything we shared, I'm still surprised she's here. That she didn't run when she saw the darkness in me, when I told her I'd kill for her. Instead, she'd pulled me closer, like maybe that darkness was something she needed.
