Page 9 of Fired at the Heart

Raphael’s knee shoves between my legs, and he rubs my hardening length, pulling a moan from me. In retaliation, I bite his tongue, blood filling my mouth. He jerks back, and I grin up at him, licking the coppery tang from my lips.

With a growl, he grips my chin, and when he kisses me again, I make him work for it, make him prove how much he desires me. He squeezes my jaw until my mouth opens, and his tongue thrusts in deep, claiming parts of me no one has touched in years.

Desire hooks its claws deep, my lips moving with his in desperation, moaning as he fucks my mouth. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted him, so long since I’ve felt this heat. I grind against the thigh shoved between mine, desire pooling low in my hips.

With an approving growl, he releases his hold on my face and reaches for my belt, undoing it with impatient jerks.

With a pop of the top button, my pants loosen, then fall to my ankles, dragged down by the weight of my weapons. My dick hugs my stomach, so hard that cum leaks from my tip. His hand shoves between my legs only long enough to confirm I’m already wet for him.

Then the sound of his zipper lowering punctuates our gasping breaths, and my knees tremble, slick leaking down my thighs, my body readying for my Alpha as his cock comes free. Hand rough, he grabs me behind one knee, yanking my leg free and hiking it over his elbow.

I grab hold of the shelf above my head for balance, my breaths coming out in fast gasps. In one smooth move, he lines himself up and thrusts home, his cock spearing into my body.

I hiss at the sudden invasion, his cock far larger than the toys I use when the loneliness becomes too much. My channel burns where he stretches me open, my inner muscles pulsing around his solid length as my body struggles to remember his shape.

His mouth leaves mine with a groan, and his hips undulate, pulling a whimper of pleasure from me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His teeth scrape down the column of my throat. “Still mine.”

My head falls back to give him better access. “Not yours.”

He releases my hands to grab my other leg and hoist me higher, sinking deeper inside me. “Feels so good, baby. Missed your heat.”

“I’ll kill you.” My ankles hook around his waist, my hips rocking, needing the friction of him moving inside me. “You’re fucking dead.”

“You don’t mean that.” He kisses and sucks on my neck, meeting the movement of my body with hard thrusts that knock books off the shelves around us.

I moan and release the shelf to dig my nails into his shoulders, wishing he was naked so I could leave my marks on his skin. Nothing has ever felt as right as Raphael’s body joined with mine. We were always so good together until he ruined us.

My vision blurs, and I press my skull to the shelves, focusing on the pleasure rolling through my body to force back the tears. No man has ever made me lose my head the way he can, and no man ever will again.

Gasps leave my lips as my muscles tighten, my heels digging into his back.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Come apart for me.”

And damn him, I do, my body quaking as I find my release. A moment later, he drives in deep, and his cock pulses, hot cum flooding my channel.

Only our ragged gasps fill the air as he keeps me pinned to the bookshelf, each exhale burning against my throat. And in that moment, I realize that despite everything he’s done, despite the pain he’s caused me, I still love him.

I never stopped, and I never will.

Our breathing slows, his cock sliding free of my body, and he lowers my feet to the ground.

He leans against the bookcase, still recovering as I gather my pants and pull them back on. Cum splatters the bottom of my shirt, but I ignore it as I tuck it into my waist band and smoothe out the wrinkles. By touch, I fix my collar and check that my weapons are still in place.

Then, I sweep back my ash-blond hair and face Raphael. “This changed nothing.”

Wary now, he straightens to face me. “Avery?—”

My fist connects with his jaw, and he reels, hitting the bookcase. “Put your cock away and clean this mess up before Mrs. Bustley sees it, then join me back in the banquet hall.”

Turning on my heel, I march out of the library, ignoring the way his cum trickles down my thigh.

At the doors to the banquet hall, I pause to check my appearance again before stepping inside.

The room falls silent, all focus on me as the tension spikes. Cassian’s features tighten, his posture stiffening as he assesses me. I meet his stare with a silent command for him to stand down.

I resume my seat and fix the amount they’ll pay me while we wait for Raphael to join us.

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