Page 22 of Valentine's with the Cartel

I placed my trembling palm against his and allowed him to haul me up into a standing position, bracing myself against his broad chest as he curled an arm around my waist. Gosh, he was just so good at this.

"Lead on then," I breathed, already tilting my chin up in a blatant offering for a kiss that I knew he would not refuse me. "I trust you to make this the most unforgettable Valentine's Day present ever."

Rafael chuckled low and richly at that as he captured my lips with his, but it quickly turned into a groan of desire when our tongues tangled.

"Oh I will," he vowed fiercely against my mouth before nipping sharply at my bottom lip. "I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you're screaming my name to the heavens again."

Then he was steering me towards the door, one large hand splayed across the small of my back as we exited our bedroom together in a tangle of limbs.

With Rafael ushering me into the spa suite, my breath caught in my throat at the opulent sight before me. The room was a dream come true for anyone who loved luxury and sensuality—twin steam showers flanked a massive jacuzzi tub set into the floor, while plush chaise lounges and velvet-upholstered stools provided comfortable seating around the edges.

But it was the central feature that drew my eye most insistently—the massage table draped in rich purple satin with built-in supports for arms, legs, and even a padded donut for the head. It looked like it had been specifically designed for allsorts of intimate positions and I felt my face flush at the mental images conjured up by that thought alone.

"Is this up to your standards?" Rafael murmured as he led me towards the table. "This is where we'll start—with a full-body massage using a very special selection of oils that will make you feel things you've never experienced before, just as you asked."

I shivered slightly under his touch, anticipation warring with a flicker of nervousness in the pit of my stomach as he guided me onto the plush surface. The oil bottles on the side table looked foreign and exotic, their labels scrawled in looping script that I couldn't quite decipher.

"What kind of oils are these?" I asked as Rafael began pouring a generous amount into his palms, rubbing them together to warm it up before applying them to my skin. "And what exactly will they do to me?"

Rafael grinned at my question, amused by my apparent lack of knowledge even as he worked the fragrant substance into the muscles of my back and shoulders with strong, confident strokes that quickly had me melting against the cushioned surface beneath me.

"Oh, just trust me, and you should already know, anyway, since this was your idea," he purred, leaning down to murmur hotly in my ear as his hands slid lower. "By the time we're done here, you'll be begging for more in a way I'm sure you've never dreamed of before."

I shuddered at the blatant promise in his words, my hips lifting off the table in response to the sensual slide of his slick fingers over my skin. He was right—whatever these oils were doing to me, it felt incredible and I couldn't wait to explore more of their effects.

"What do you feel?" Rafael demanded as he continued kneading and stroking with those masterful hands of his. "Tell me what your body is telling you in this moment."

"I don't know. I'm so sensitive," I gasped out, my voice thready and breathless even as pleasure began to coil deep within my core. "Every touch feels amplified tenfold and my skin... it's like live wires are running just beneath the surface. It's overwhelming in the best way possible."

"Good," he rumbled, sliding one hand around to the front of my body as he cupped me through my growing erection. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. The oils are heightening every sensation for you so that each brush and stroke brings you closer to ecstasy without any actual physical stimulation. But we're going to change that now, I think."

Without warning, he grasped my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach in one smooth motion, my face pressed into the plush pillow as he continued to tease the back of my thighs and the rounded globes of my ass.

"Ohhh," I whimpered into the fabric as he kneaded those sensitive muscles with ruthless precision, coaxing them to relax even as he left no inch untouched or unexplored. It was pure bliss and agony all rolled into one exquisite package that had me squirming against his palms. I didn't want this moment to stop or anything.

"There we go," Rafael groaned above me as my movements became more erratic, the thick oil slickening our flesh so deliciously that I could feel every ridge of muscle and tendon shifting beneath my skin with each roll and thrust of his hips. "You were made for this—made to be worshipped and pleasured like the divine creature you are."

I never imagined he would say something like that about me, I thought as I arched against him in surprise, a choked moan erupting from deep within me as he thrust two oiled fingers knuckle-deep into my fluttering hole without warning or preparation. Asshole move, but I kind of liked it.

"R-Rafael!" I cried out, fisting my hands in the sheets as my entire body drew taut like a bowstring poised to snap. "You can't—ahh!" However, deep down, I knew he could.

"Shhh," he crooned even as he began thrusting and twisting those probing digits deep inside me with devastating accuracy. "Let it happen, little omega. Stop fighting the pleasure and just feel. I know you want what I'm doing to you. You can't lie to me."

As if on cue, my muscles went lax around his invading fingers, allowing him to plunge even deeper as he targeted that special spot within that made stars burst behind my eyelids in a kaleidoscope of color.

"Yes!" Rafael growled above me, angling his wrist so that his thumb pressed firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the front of my channel on every inward stroke. "Cum for me, Anan. Give me your release right now like a good little omega."

I was so far gone in sensation and ecstasy that I had no choice but to obey him. With a hoarse shout of his name, I shattered, convulsing around the fingers buried inside me as I erupted like a geyser all over the massage table.

The force of my climax hit me with the intensity of a freight train and I saw white hot for a long moment, my entire being consumed by the sheer pleasure of it as I bucked and thrashed in Rafael's iron grip.

Even as my orgasm began to recede into smaller, twitching aftershocks that left me boneless and trembling, Rafael continued to work me through the tremors with ruthless efficiency. He had no mercy for me. That much was clear.

He never once stopped moving his fingers within me or stroking over that sweet spot that guaranteed my pleasure would only intensify with each passing second.

"Mmmm I can feel you fluttering around my fingers so prettily," he purred as he slowly withdrew them from mychannel with a wet squelching sound that made us both groan. "Like your greedy little hole just doesn't want to let me go."

And truth be told, it didn't, I thought as I whimpered brokenly at the sudden emptiness inside me, trying to clench down and keep him lodged deep where I needed him most even as I shuddered through the last vestiges of my climax.

---