Page 81 of Fix You

Reaching between us, I gripped his erection. When I guided it to my drenched entrance, Rafe stared questioningly at me. “Are you sure, Tesoro?”

“More than I’ll ever be.”

“I’ll take it slow.”

“I know you will.”

“Eyes on mine,” he commanded.

As I focused on his beautiful dark eyes, there were so many emotions swirling inside of them.

Desire.

Hope.

Pleasure.

Kindness.

And the one that I wished was reflected there

Love.

Regardless if Rafe felt the same, I knew at that moment that I truly and completely loved him. And although it was the most inappropriate time to be thinking of the verse, I couldn’t help thinking thatlove was patient and kind–the very things Rafe had given me in abundance.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always preserves. While he had protected and trusted me, his feelings had obviously persevered over the months that we were apart.

Inch by delicious inch, Rafe began sliding slowly inside me. In that moment, no ghosts from the past danced precariously at our bedside. It was only the two of us.

A perfect communion between two souls.

A man possessed me with his body. But this time I had given myself freely and willingly. Tears once again pricked my eyes, but they weren’t ones of sorrow. They were of glorious joy at the new world that was dawning before me.

Once he was buried all the way inside me, Rafe smiled. “You’re mine, Tesoro.”

My heartbeat thrummed wildly in my chest at his proclamation. “Only yours,” I murmured back.

Dipping his head, Rafe kissed me tenderly. Slowly, his hips began to move, sending his cock plunging in and out of me. “Is this okay?” he grunted.

“Harder,” I pleaded as I arched my hips against him.

His brows furrowed. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Give me more of you.”

Rafe began to speed up his movements. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even closer to me. My arms went around his neck as we moved in perfect sync.

As Rafe’s tongue slid into my mouth, he brought his hand to where we were joined. His thumb sought out my clit and began to rub tediously circles over it. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as I incredulously started building to another orgasm.

But then Rafe’s hand moved to join his other at my waist. He then began to roll us over to where I was on top. When I stared down at him in confusion, a lazy smile curved on his lips. “You take control, Maeve. Use me to take your pleasure.”

At first, my movements were clumsy. Then Rafe’s hands on my hips began to guide me on and off his cock. Once I picked up the rhythm, I began to grind my pelvis against him for more friction. “That’s it. Take it all, baby,” Rafe urged.

I slammed on and off him, swinging my aching breasts up and down. Rafe leaned up to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue encircling it, sucking it. Then his hand came back between my legs. As he bit my nipple, he pinched my clit, sending me over the edge. My nails scratched and clawed down Rafe’s chest as I took my pleasure.

A scream tore loose from deep within me. It almost felt like a battle cry. I suppose it was since I’d won the battle over my body and my mind. I was truly free of my past.

And I had Rafe to thank for that.

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