Page 61 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

His words were my undoing. With a cry, I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath. The intensity of it stole my voice, my vision, everything but the overwhelming sensation of him inside me, around me, everywhere.

I clung to him, my body trembling, as I felt him find his release, our bodies locked together in a final, desperate embrace.

We collapsed together, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. My body felt heavy and sated, every muscle relaxed in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. For a long moment, we didn’t speak, content to simply be with each other, to bask in the glow of mind-blowing sex.

Eventually, Rafael shifted so he was no longer on top of me, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His eyes were dark, filled with a tender intensity that made my heart skip a beat. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle and reverent.

"I love you," he said softly, his voice still rough with emotion.

I looked up at him so fast, it was a wonder I didn't get whiplash. Of all the things I expected him to say, that was not on the list. It made me happy to hear it but at the same time I sort of already knew how he felt. I could see it in the way he looked at me as if I was his world and heard it in the way he spoke to me like I was a queen. His queen.

Even so, I couldn't resist teasing him. "You just needed a bit of pussy to admit how you felt, huh?"

His eyes narrowed on me and before I knew it, he was on me, sliding his thick cock into my still wet pussy. "It seems you need a couple more inches in you for you to admit how you feel."

I blinked up at him, biting back a moan. "Maybe you're right."

He chuckled darkly. "You're supposed to admit that you're in love with me."

I gasped as he pulled out only to thrust back in harder than before. "Why do I have to admit what you already know?"

"Because I want to hear it," He growled in my ear. "Tell me what I want to hear, Flower."

"I love you," I whimpered, feeling as if I was losing my mind with every thrust.

"You unravel me until there's nothing left, but you." He whispered, his breath hot on my ear. His closeness and the vibration from his lips had goosebumps running all over my skin. "Do you have any idea how much you've ruined me for anyone else?"

I grinned, knowing he couldn't see me. "I would hope so, you've done the same to me." I gasped loudly as he bit down on my neck, soothing his bite with his tongue. "Are you trying to kill me?"

He rolled his hips, his hand reached down to palm my breast. "Of course not. We have all of our lives to spend together."

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Rafael

It was the day before we would leave for Dubai, and I couldn’t be more content or relaxed. A smile tugged at my lips as I thought about Yasmin. Being intimate with her for the first time had left a lingering sense of warmth and connection. In only three days, she would officially be mine in the eyes of the law and God, and that certainty bolstered my mood like nothing else. I understood now, more than ever, why Ivan and Khalid wanted to keep things quiet for now.

I couldn’t imagine how on edge Yasmin would be if she knew about my secret meeting with her brother and father or how they expected Ethan to have more up his sleeve.

Currently, I was seated at a plush, dimly lit lounge, sipping on a glass of scotch with Ivan, Roman, and Khalid. Ivan and Khalid had insisted we spend more time together to get to know each other better, especially since we would soon be family. The camaraderie was beginning to feel genuine and easy, despite the initial awkwardness.

Khalid leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his lips. “So, Rafael, have you got your best man for Dubai yet?”

I sipped my drink and then set the glass down, clearing my throat. “I was hoping to talk to you about that.” I shifted in my seat slightly to face Khalid more directly. “Khalid, it would mean a lot to me if you would be my best man in Dubai.”

After spending a bit more time with Khalid, I found he wasn't as intimidating as I first thought him to be. He was still intense but now I could see him for what he truly was, a man who would do anything to protect his family. I could respect it; in fact, I admired him. I had no doubt we would be great friends in the future, and I wanted to offer an even bigger olive branch to him.

For a moment, Khalid seemed taken aback, his brows arching in surprise. Then, a broad smile spread across his face, and he extended his hand. “It would be my honor, Rafael.”

I shook his hand firmly. “Thank you. I hope we can continue to get along and build a strong bond, especially for Yasmin’s sake.”

Roman, sitting next to me, clinked his glass against mine in a silent toast. “Looks like you’re collecting best men, Rafael.”

I chuckled. “Funny you should say that Roman. I was hoping you’d be my best man at our wedding in Napa.”

Roman’s grin widened, and he clapped me on the shoulder. “Of course, I thought you'd never ask.”

Ivan, not one to be left out, interjected with a mock pout. “Hey, what about me? Can’t I be a best man too?”

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