Page 126 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

Raz licked his lips. “Good,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to her thigh, nipping at the sensitive flesh there. “Because we’ve only just begun.”

Monique gasped as Raz’s lips traveled higher, caressing her heated skin. Her fingers gripped his hair when his mouth finally reached its destination, tongue flicking out to taste her dripping folds.

She was so primed and ready for his touch that one swipe of his tongue almost made her cum in his mouth.

“Raz!” she cried out, back arching. He growled against her in response, the vibrations shooting pleasure through her core.

His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her legs over his shoulders to open her up further to his seeking mouth. Herpussy bloomed for him, his tongue sliding over her slippery petals. Monique whimpered, writhing as he devoured her, driving her toward release despite her wanting to hold out, to last longer.

The coil of heat in her belly wound tighter and tighter, Raz’s tongue-game pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans rose in pitch and volume until she was screaming his name, just as he’d promised he’d make her do.

Her climax crashed over her in a blinding wave of ecstasy. Monique’s vision blurred as her orgasm ripped through her, Raz’s name a ragged cry on her lips. Her fingers clenched almost painfully in his hair, holding him in place as her inner walls clenched and fluttered.

When the last tremors had faded, Monique went limp against the seat, chest heaving. Raz pressed one last kiss to her clit before lowering her legs and rising to his feet. Her eyes drifted open to find him gazing down at her, lips wet with her juices, eyes burning with lust.

“Feeling satisfied?” he asked huskily.

Monique managed a faint smile. “For now,” she said, reaching for him. “But the night is still young.”

She let out a yelp when Raz grinned and scooped her up into his arms, striding toward the bedroom. Looping her arms around his neck, she pressed kisses to his throat, unable to keep her mouth off him.

After kicking the bedroom door open, Raz crossed over to the bed, laying her down on the silk sheets. She quickly eased out of her dress, tossing the expensive fabric to the side. She stretched out on the cool sheets, enjoying the softness against her bare skin as she watched Raz undress.

This man’s body was a work of art, all hard muscles and sculpted form. No wonder he was able to lift her like she weighed nothing. Once naked, he joined her on the bed, where he rainedkisses over her hips, then moved up to the valley between her breasts. Monique arched into his touch.

By the time Raz claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, she was writhing beneath him, craving the feel of his body against hers. A soft moan escaped her at the feel of his arousal against her inner thigh.

She raised her hips, rubbing her body against his. Raz nipped at her lower lip, bracing his weight on his forearms as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He slid his length between her folds, coating himself in her juices.

She gasped when he finally pushed inside her in one smooth, forceful thrust. The low groan he emitted when he slid into her made her pussy flutter. Monique dug her nails into his shoulders, inner walls clenching around his hardness, squeezing him tightly, never wanting to let him go.

Raz buried himself to the hilt with a groan, pausing for a long moment as they savored the feeling of being joined as one. It was Monique who caved first, rocking her hips in a silent plea for more. Her man answered her plea.

Raz began to move in slow, deep strokes that quickly had heat pooling low in her belly once more. Lifting her legs, she hooked them around his waist, taking him in deeper and eliciting a husky growl from Raz.

His thrusts grew harder, faster, more demanding, and Monique cried out at the intense pleasure-pain that accompanied them. He fucked her long and hard, pounding her body as his growls mingled with her moans of pleasure.

He fucked her like she was the only woman who existed in his world, like she was the only woman he’d ever needed and would ever need. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, taking the pounding like a champ because she was made for this, made for him.

But she could feel her orgasm approaching, and she was helpless to stop it. She was balanced on the knife’s edge of release again, and when Raz shifted to hit just the right spot, her orgasm crashed over her, making her cry out his name.

Raz continued thrusting into her heat, prolonging her climax until he found his own release with a roar, spilling hot and deep inside her. She held him close as the aftershocks rippled through them.

Her body trembled against his as he kissed her throat, his body shuddering on top of hers. They lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin as their harsh breaths slowed to a calmer rhythm.

It was a long time before Raz turned over, pulling her with him until her face rested against his chest. With one hand draped across his abs, her gaze rose to his. How was it possible for her to feel so deeply for a man she hadn’t known for long?

This type of connection should’ve taken years to nurture. Yet, in this short amount of time, she felt at ease with Raz. An ease she’d never felt with Trevor. With Raz, she felt treasured.

And sure, he was a bit obsessive and possessive, but that felt good too. No one had ever obsessed over her. No one had ever hungered for her the way this man hungered for her. And she’d never craved anyone the way she was craving him.

Raz stroked a hand up and down Monique’s back in a soothing caress, his gaze warm as it met hers. It was all there in his eyes. This man loved her. And it was real this time. Monique was loved.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he rasped, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Am I? Even right after sex when I know I look a mess?”

He nodded. “Well-fucked looks good on you, Rosa.”

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