Page 30 of Under Dark Skies

Layla leaned in and kissed both of his cheeks. His heart felt like it was going to burst. She went for his lips, and they kissed deeply. He had had sex many, many times over his lifetime—with all kinds of shifters, humans, and genders—but no one he had ever loved.

He pulled back so he could look at her. He wanted her to know everything, and in turn, wanted to know everything about her. “I really really want to make love to you, is that something you would want to do?”

Layla started laughing. Initially, Rafe felt slightly embarrassed, but leaned in for another passionate kiss. When she pulled away, she was smiling. “Don’t feel bad! Just no one has never directly asked if they could sleep with me. The respect is charming.”

“I only want to respect you, your desires, your body and your mind.” Rafe could feel himself getting hard. It was something he always was, and it was something Griffen has taught him. Respect gets you very far, and always ask for permission when touching another person for pleasure's sake.

To grant him, Layla lifted off her sweater. Rafe felt his cheeks go red when he saw her in her bra. Her breasts were the perfect size, and wanted more than anything to cup them. Almost as if she had read his mind, Layla inquired.

“What are you thinking right now?”

“I’m thinking I want to touch your breasts.”

Layla giggled. “You can do whatever you want to my body Rafe. You have my permission.”

Layla lifted one of his hands and placed it on her breasts. It was chilly, so he began rubbing his hand over it. He brought the other hand to her other breast and did the same.

She moaned in response to his touch. She then reached back and unclipped her bra, revealing her beautiful bare flesh.

His heart was ticking in him like a metronome. Her body was stunning, and he wanted to worship her like the goddess she was. He moved his hands from under the bottom of her breasts to over the nipples. He lightly began massaging them.

“Do you like this?”

Layla nodded with her eyes closed. “Oh yes. I love nipple play.”

Rafe moved in closer, then placed his face between her breasts. It was warm there, and he wanted to devour her scent. She placed her hands on his head and giggled some more.

“God, I love you Rafe.”

He hardened to stone at the sound of her words. He continued to massage her breasts in circles till she began writhing against him, moaning encouragement.

“It feels like electricity is moving through my entire body.”

Rafe lifted his head from her chest and planted a long kiss. He continued rubbing her nipples, then switched to popping one into his mouth. She gasped at the sensation.

“Oh my God Rafe. Oh yes, this is what I need.”

He knew that this was what he needed to. He needed to hear her moans of pleasure. He felt that the more he played her body like an instrument, the more her cries of joy would soothe his aching wounds. Like a magnificent orchestra.

He moved over to the other breast to keep it even. She encouraged him more and more with her sounds and her fingers running through his hair. She pulled him away from her nipple, then began making out with him so intensely. One of his hands moved instinctively between her legs. It was hot, and he knew that she was ready.

“Are you ready for me darling?”

She nodded, leaning back on the bed. “I’m aching for you Rafe. I need you inside me.”

Rafe had never ripped off his clothes faster. He didn’t care that he had probably destroyed them in the movement. Layla giggled as he pulled her jeans off by her ankles, then climbed on top of her. Finally, their skin was touching. They kissed hard and moved their bodies in unison with one another.

He felt that he could cum just like this, without even entering her. But it was what she wanted, and he would do anything to give her that satisfaction. Layla lifted his head from her shoulder, then gave him a wild grin.

“Don’t be afraid to bite me when you fuck me.”

Twenty-Seven

Layla

She ran her fingers through his thick brown hair not knowing where to begin. She’d imagined tearing him apart nearly the whole time they’d been together, and now she was going to get her chance.

They jockeyed for position and took turns pushing and pulling against walls while engaging in ever deepening kisses. Their clothes were already scattered about the room, flung in haphazard fashion throughout.

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