Page 22 of Twins for the Mafia Heir

I wonder if her slight figure is a source of insecurity for her, which is a shame. “Very well,” I agree, and take the front of her jeans in my hands.

She sucks in a breath, but her eyes close more tightly instead of flying open. I undo the button and zipper of her jeans and pull them down, crouching to untangle them from her ankles and set them aside. When I reach for her underwear, though, my face is very close to the dip of her hips. I pause, and Raleigh jolts a little at the feeling of my breath on her stomach. Her hand comes up, brushing over my hair, but she pulls back before she can take hold.

There needs to be foreplay if I want to keep my promise not to hurt her. Whether with my tongue or with my fingers, I need to prepare her body for me, and keep my head at the same time.

My fingers brush over her hips as I hook my fingers under the straps of her underwear. Raleigh sucks in a shaky breath as I pull them down her legs, leaving her bare from the waist down.

My mind returns for the thousandth time to the weight of her in my lap, the feeling of her legs straddling me, the wetness I began to feel right before my body betrayed me-

I push to my feet, keeping my breath even with some effort.Come on, Achilles. Are you really losing your head over the first woman you’ve seen naked in three years?

“I’ll take you to the bed,” I say. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“Okay,” Raleigh agrees shakily, and holds her hand out for me to take.

I pull her to the bed, then take her by the shoulders and guide her to sit on the edge of it. Raleigh doesn’t see me kneel, but she must hear it, because her hands ball into bracing fists. My hands grip her knees, and she gasps when I spread them wide open.

At the first press of my thumb at the top of her clit, Raleigh claps her hand over her mouth to stifle her cry, and I have to hold in a reaction too. Her skin is so soft, sowarm. And as I dragmy thumb in tiny circles, I’m fascinated at the way Raleigh’s body responds at just this touch.

What sounds will she make when I’m thrusting myself into her pussy-

“Lay back,” I order. Raleigh obeys, revealing the full length of her clit to me. I change the pattern of my touch, rubbing up and down her seam. Raleigh’s hand grips the coverlet, her knuckles turning white. Wetness touches the pad of my thumb, and fascinated, I push against it, sinking my thumb inside her.

Raleigh gasps. She’s hot and tight and getting wetter by the second. I immediately pull my thumb out and replace it with my first two fingers, thrusting in deeper and pressing up into her G-spot. Raleigh bucks and whines. The sound echoes in my ears until it’s all I can hear.

I press my cheek against her feverish thigh, my lips brushing against her skin before I catch myself. I pull my fingers out of Raleigh, the sound of her cry echoing in my ears, and stand over her. Her eyes are still squeezed tightly shut, but now I find myself wishing she would look at me and I could see into her.

“I’m going to lift you,” I say, and don’t give her the chance to respond before scooping my hands under her shoulders and ass and plucking her off the bed. Raleigh throws her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, clinging like a starfish. Her face presses without shame into my shoulder.

The feeling of our bodies aligning, even with her sweater between us, shocks every one of my senses like a lightning bolt to the spine.

I climb into the bed and turn us so we’re on the mattress lengthwise and only put her down when her head can sink into the pillows. When I sit up away from her, Raleigh loosens her grip on me reluctantly. I find myself weighing and measuring the differences between this moment and putting Raleigh to sleep less than twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes are still closed, leavingme to observe her without concern, but now we’re naked and about to bridge the gaps between our bodies.

Suddenly, the space between us feels fragile. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want her to open her eyes. If she opens her eyes, I’ll see something I don’t want, or feel something I shouldn’t.

As if I’m not feeling far too much already.

I should warn her that I’m about to penetrate her, but I don’t know what words to use. I could ask her if she’s ready, but it’s whether I’m ready or not that’s in question. If I put myself inside her, will I be able to control my pace, or will I lose my head entirely?

I grip Raleigh’s hips and angle them up. Raleigh sucks in a breath, bracing herself.

“Relax,” I tell her quietly. “Let me do everything. If you tense up, I’ll hurt you.”

Raleigh releases her breath shakily, and I feel her release her control over her own muscles at the same time. Her weight is in my hands.

Her body is mine to use.

I edge against her, testing her looseness. Keeping myself from thrusting right into her pussy is almost a greater test of my control than I can manage. My arms are trembling, and I squeeze her hips hard, trying to relieve the feeling. My baser thoughts are roaring at me to take her, fuck her, bury myself in her lithe body. I hold myself back.

Then Raleigh chokes off a sound. “A-Achilles-?” she gasps.

And my control suddenlysnaps.

I plunge inside her, filling her pussy up until our bodies slap together. Raleigh throws her hands over her mouth to stifle her scream. I find myself stunned by the sensation of her, how hot and wet she is. We haven’t even really begun, but both of us are breathless.

“Are you all right-”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes,yes- It feels-”

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