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“Go faster.”

His eyebrows dove together, but he kissed me and did as ordered, stoking the fires inside me all over again at a punishing pace. Raphael unleashed was like nothing I’d ever witnessed. Every muscle was tightened to an extreme. Every inch of him was focused solely on me. I’d asked for faster and he delivered because he’d only ever been all about me. Just like I wanted to be for him.

Inside me, he thickened, and I cried out, a second orgasm chasing the first just as fast. He muttered something I couldn’t understand. My blood rushed in my ears, my only certainty now that I needed him to feel what I was feeling. Not to stop or do the honourable thing or to withdraw. But to keep going, to fuck me until we both broke.

He pulsed again, and slowed. I gritted my teeth.

“Don’t stop.”

Raphael swore but obeyed. I knew he was close. We’d danced around each other far too much for this to be anything otherthan explosive, and I needed him to slip. I needed that trigger to be pulled and for him to stay with me throughout.

Through hazy vision, I connected our gazes. I showed him in my expression everything he made me feel. It was too easy not to hide anymore. He kissed me until I was breathless, so close to that edge again and solely focused on that plunge in and out of my body. It was tearing me apart in the best possible way. Ruining me.

When he’d pushed me back to the edge, I gritted my teeth so I didn’t fly over it alone. I felt the urgency in every punch of his hips and in the tight grip he had on my body.

“Alex,” he begged. My name a prayer on his lips.

“Be a good boy and come with me.”

Surprise flared in his eyes, yet he didn’t stop. He didn’t slow. I’d given the permission he’d needed, and now he only needed to take what was his to claim.

In the darkened hallway, against the wall, my bodyguard thrust into me over and over again until I was lost for anything other than this. The cottage could’ve collapsed around us, and all I’d know was how he filled me so sweetly.

Then I was coming again, but clamping down my jaw in desperate need for him to get there, too.

I spasmed around him, and Raphael made a choked sound and slowed, thrusting a couple more times which was all I needed to launch into heaven. Then he came inside me, his arms clutched around me, and his breathing ragged. When my climax finished rocking me, emotion rushed in its place.

I’d never known anything like this. I’d never met anyone like him. I’d do everything to keep the thing we’d found because there was no other option but us.

Chapter 34

Raphael

Fucking shaking, I staggered with Alex in my arms, into the living room and down to the rug. I wasn’t done worshipping her. Not by any measure. Still inside her, and still half hard, I knelt over her and pressed a kiss to her waiting lips.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She smiled into my kiss. “I finally have all of you.”

I inched back to connect to her gaze. “Ye always have.”

That smile got bigger, and emotion crinkled her eyes. “I’ve worn your t-shirt almost every night for five years. You were the one man I could never get over, even if we had nothing but that dance. For all these years, you were my ideal, and now I have you. Oh—now is probably a good time to tell you I’m on the pill.”

My brain fritzed. My jaw unhinged. “I…fuck, I didn’t think.”

“Neither did I. I don’t care either. And that is the last outside world thing we’re talking about tonight. The rest of it is locked outside the cottage.”

She mimed closing a lock, and I collected the pretend key from her fingers and tossed it.

I was down for that. All we’d done was handle problem after problem. More than ever, I needed space with her so we could just be us, no matter how short that time had to be. And I was far from done with her.

The thought of what we’d done, the no-condom deal, settled over me. Fuck, that was hot.

Alex wriggled into me. “You’re hard again.”

I trailed my lips from one cheek to the next. “I’m inside ye. Chances were slim of my dick ever going down.”

Her peal of laughter was like silver bells. “There I was, wondering if it was the idea of knocking me up.”

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