Page 269 of Rosetti Family New York
Her lips brush my ear, her breath warm, her words deadly.
“Want to feel you, Rafe.”
I shudder at the way she says it. The way she makes me want more than I ever should.
“Now,” she says, breathless, and I don’t hesitate.
I roll us over, pin her to the bed, and get rid of my jeans and boxers. Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me closer, closer. Her body moves against mine, and it’s the best kind of torture, the best kind of heaven, the best kind of perfect I never thought I’d have.
The room is dark, but the moon spills in through the windows, painting her skin, painting everything. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
She runs her fingers down my back, then grips me tight, and I swear I’m gone. I swear I’ll never come back.
“Rafe,” she gasps, arching up, desperate.
I’m greedy. I’m ready. I’m out of my mind.
I grab her wrists, pin them above her head, holding her still. I know what she wants, know what she needs, know that I’ll give her everything.
“Slow,” I say, letting go of her wrists to cup her cheek, to touch her the way I never let myself before.
Her fingers sink into my hair, into my soul.
“Can’t,” she says, wild.
“Let me try.”
I kiss her, long and deep, claiming every broken piece of her and making them mine. Her mouth is fire, and I swear it’ll burn me alive. I want it to. I let her know with every breath that she belongs to me now, belongs to me forever.
When I finally push inside her, she’s slick and hot and perfect. It makes me tremble, makes my control snap, makes me insane with how good it feels. She moans my name, and I hold her face in my hands, refusing to let her look away, refusing to let her go.
“Sloane,” I say.
She gasps, trembles, and I lose myself in her, lose myself in everything.
I roll us again, pinning her to my chest, wanting to feel her as close as possible. Wanting to feel her come apart above me. Wanting to see her. Her breath comes quick, her skin flushed. Her hands grip mine, squeezing tight, and I pull her down, desperate for more. Her mouth finds mine, and she kisses me with a sweetness that undoes me.
I’ve always been fast and rough and brutal, but with her it’s different.
Our bodies find a rhythm, and I move inside her with a slowness that’s more devastating than any roughness I’ve ever known. She feels so good, I think I’ll die from it. I think I’ll lose my mind.
“Sloane,” I say, my voice a wreck, and her breath catches, her body tightens.
I reach down between us, fingers finding her, and she shatters. She calls my name, holds onto me like she never wants to let go, and I swear I won’t let her.
I’m right there with her, feeling her come apart, and it sends me over the edge. I drive up, hard and wild and desperate, a man without limits, and she cries out, her body arching above me, breasts jiggling so fucking deliciously.
“Rafe!” she gasps.
I cover her mouth with mine, pulling her in, taking her with me. I feel the tension coil, feel it break, feel everything all at once, and I lose myself in her.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispers.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I grind out, each movement a vow.
She comes first, a quiet cry under me. I follow with a groan and a jagged “Fuck, Sloane,” the words more prayer than profanity.
I hold her through it, both of us shaking and gasping and breathless.
