Page 60 of The Nephilim's Finesse

And with that, he grabbed me with one hand by the hips and pushed and pulled in and out of me while grabbing me by the hair. He forced my head up to him and kissed me. He moved us to the bed while his hips thrust into me, bringing me higher and higher. I whimpered into his mouth, lost in the sensations. Raph broke the kiss, pulled out, and turned me around, pulling me up to my knees. His hands slid down to my arse and gave me a hard slap. “Put your hands on the headboard.”

I did as he said, his commanding voice sending shivers down my spine. I felt the tip of his length at my entrance, spreading the moisture on my lips but not entering me.

I was so close. “Please! I want to come!” I whimpered.

Raph thrust into me. “This is my pussy. I decide.” Another hard thrust. “Say it!”

I moaned as his magnificent cock filled me. He stopped his movement, and a groan eluded me.

“Say it!”

I was so aroused I’d have done anything to make Raph fuck me and make me climax. He thrust into me once, hard.

“It’s your pussy!” I screamed.

Another lazy thrust and a circle around my sweet spot. “Please, let me come!” My voice was desperate. I needed him to push me over the edge, now. “Please,” I begged.

“No. I decide when you come and what you come on! Understood?” he growled and rammed me hard.

“Yes!” I was almost there, almost there. My brain wanted to argue with me about why I gave up control to this man, but I wanted him to own me; I wanted him to declare that he owned me. My brain was so lust-hazed. All I wanted was to explode.

“Mine!” came a grunt behind me before Raph pushed hard into me, sending me almost over the edge. “You are mine!”

“Yes!” I threw my head back and let go. My muscles clenched around him again, again, and again. I was drenched, and the room was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together.

He grabbed my hair and pounded into me, hitting the perfect spot deep within. It was too much; I was coming. The orgasm ran through my body, and I could feel my toes curling, my tongue sticking out, my eyes rolling back, fangs bursting out. Raph kept pounding into me. My eyes were still closed, and I could feel every thrust deep inside of me. It was as intense as a prolonged orgasm. He pulled out of me, turning me and entering me again.

“I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock. You’re mine! There will be no other cock inside you but mine!”

Wrapping my own legs around his waist, I ground myself against him, riding the wave of euphoria. I screamed as blast after blast of pleasure hit me, spreading like wildfire through my body. I was his; there was no denying it. His eyes bore into me, claiming me. I was his property, and right now, I didn’t care.

“Yours!” I shrieked as another climax washed over me. I came and came and came while he hammered into me. Then he stilled, and I felt the warmth of him filling me. I held him, rubbing my face into his shoulder, while I came down from my high.

At some point, he loosened my legs from around his waist. I lay there, spent and panting. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t even think. A warm blanket of satisfaction covered me. I heard Raph’s shallow breath over me, and his hands caressed my body. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my neck.

Raph got out of bed and dressed. I was sleepy and didn't intend to get out of bed. Instead, I wanted Raph to get in again and devour me.

Raph stood before me, head tilted as if to see how I'd react. “Thorne Ashcroft is in London.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my desire was instantly gone. Dread washed over me. Thorne was one of the most powerful vampires in the world. What was he doing here?

I sat up. “Shit. What did he do?” This couldn't be good. Why was he back in London? Luckily, I hadn't heard that name for almost fifty years. I got out of bed and walked over to Raph.

“He wants to liquefy your wealth.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

My knees gave out. No, no, this couldn't be happening. He'd take over all that I worked for and use it to fulfil his goals. I sank to my knees, my face in my hands. There was nobody who could stop him, nobody but me. “Raph, you have to let me go. Thorne will destroy us all if not stopped,” I pleaded.

He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Who says that we can’t stop him?” His arrogant look was back.

I exhaled and got back up on shaky legs. Placing my hands on top of Raph’s arms, I found his eyes. “Because he is a six-hundred-year-old powerful vampire who wants revenge. He’s stronger than any other vampire I know.”

“We’ll take care of this.” He turned to go.

I intensified my grip, not letting him go. Fear washed over me. “No! Please, don’t! He’ll kill you!”

Raph’s face was all tight lines and angles—male beauty in its absolute, most ruthless form. “Is that concern in your voice, or are you playing me to get your lover to safety?”

Was that jealousy in Raph’s look?

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