Page 34 of Fired at the Heart

Victory surges through me, not just from his words, but from the crack in his carefully constructed façade. I capture his mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, tongues battling. When his fingers push inside me, two at once, I gasp into his lips.

“Enough foreplay.” I rock into his hand. “Fuck me.”

In a flash, he lifts me with one arm while the other pushes my ruined dress up around my waist. The underwear falls away as he positions me over his cock, the blunt head notching at my entrance.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I meet his gaze as he lowers me onto him, stretching me, filling me inch by delicious inch. My body remembers him and opens for my Alpha. I clutch his shoulders, nails digging through his suit jacket as he bottoms out inside me.

“Fuck.” His forehead presses against mine. “Missed this. Missed you.”

The confession sends a wave of emotion crashing through me. I roll my hips, taking him deeper, refusing to acknowledge the sting of tears that comes from how much I need this. “Show me.”

He grips my waist, guiding me into a rhythm that sets my nerve endings firing in rapid succession. The dress bunches between us, the fabric constraining my movements. Raphael must agree, because his hands move to the neckline, and with a sharp tug, he tears the front open.

Cool air hits my bare chest, my nipples hardening to tight peaks. Raphael leans forward, capturing one between his teeth, and the sharp pressure sends lightning through my core. He sucks hard, the tip of his tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his thumb massages my other nipple.

I arch backward, changing the angle of his cock inside me, hitting a spot that blurs my vision. His mouth travels to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. The dual sensation of his mouth on my chest and his thick cock stretching me open has me trembling on the edge of release.

One of his hands slides between us, fisting my hard dick. “That’s it. Take what you need.”

The SUV hits a rough patch of road, the vibrations only intensifying the building pressure inside me. I’m close, so close?—

Raphael lifts his head, looking over my shoulder. His expression hardens with fury, and an Alpha Command rolls from his lips. “Eyes forward. Both of you.”

I glance back to catch my driver returning his attention to the road, while my guard stiffens in the passenger seat.

My guard adjusts the mirror, which was angled to give a clear view of the backseat. “Sorry, sir.”

“Not another word.” Raphael’s attention returns to me, his grip tightening. “Where were we?”

The momentary interruption doesn’t cool my desire. If anything, the possessive display sends another rush of wetness around his cock. Raphael feels it, a satisfied rumble vibrating through his chest as he thrusts upward, reclaiming my attention.

“Fuck, you’re always so perfect.” His lips brush my collarbone. “Tight and hard and so wet for me.”

His praise washes over me, stripping away the years of resentment until all that remains is the raw need between us. I roll my hips faster, chasing the release building at the base of my spine, my balls tingling. Raphael’s hands guide my movements, his cock hitting deep with every thrust.

“That’s it.” His lips drag over my throat. “Take what you want. Show me how much you missed this.”

I wrench my arms free from the ruined dress, the fabric hanging in tatters around my waist. The heat in the SUV becomes suffocating, our bodies, our gasps, our desires consuming all the oxygen.

I slam my palm against the roof, the sharp sound punctuating the wet slap of skin on skin as I ride Raphael with abandon. The dress clings to my sweat-slicked skin in shreds, and I’ve never felt more like myself than in this moment, stripped down to pure instinct with the one person who’s always seen through every mask.

“That’s it.” Raphael’s fingers dig into my hip hard enough to leave more marks, his hand working my dick faster. “Show me how much you missed this cock.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I’ve always loved his voice during sex, the way it drops an octave, the edge of Command bleeding through his careful control. I roll my hips in a figure eight, his cock hitting spots inside me again, and my thighs tremble.

“Fuck, Avery.” His teeth flash in the dim light. “Your ass is squeezing me so tight. Forgot how perfect you take me.”

The SUV swerves, and I lose my balance, pitching forward. Raphael catches me, one broad hand splayed across my lower back. His other hand cups my jaw, thumb tracing the outline of my lips before pushing into my mouth. I bite down, not hard enough to break his skin but enough to leave a mark.

“Still wild.” His hand drops to circle my neck. “Never could tame you.”

“Never wanted to be tamed,” I gasp as he thrusts up hard.

His hold drops to my waist, supporting my weight as he guides me into a new position. “Lean back. Want to see all of you.”

I arch backward, bracing my palms on his thighs. The new angle drives him deeper, the head of his cock rubbing that bundle of nerves that paint starbursts behind my eyelids. My head falls back, exposing the column of my throat to him, a vulnerable position I’d never allow with anyone else.

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