Page 182 of Branded
My smile widened. “Yeah, baby.”
He didn’t make me wait, didn’t make me beg or even ask again.
He just bent and worshipped—yes, worshipped—my breasts. Nipples teased and breasts massaged. All light and delicate and then when I asked for it, thrust my hands into his hair and held him close, he gave me more.
More suction. More tongue. More teeth.
“Raph,” I begged after he’d spent long minutes in no apparent hurry. His hands only on my breasts, not easing the ache between my legs, not touching me anywhere else.
Just driving me crazy.
“Raph, honey, I need?—”
His head came up, eyes hot. “I know exactly what you need.”
“Unless it’s your cock in my pussy,” I snapped, chest heaving, “then you’re not a fucking mind reader, Raph.”
He smirked, dropped his head again, sucking on a nipple. “It’s my cock in your pussy.”
Thank fuck.
He glanced up, still smirking. “So, I’m a mind reader, baby?”
He was. He was playing my body like he could read every thought running through my brain. But I wasn’t going to admit that, so I just spread my legs and reached for his hips, trying to draw him down into me.
But he didn’t drop his hips, just reached for his wallet on the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
“I can’t get any more pregnant, honey,” I murmured.
“I know,” he said, tearing the packet open with his teeth and smoothing the condom down the hard length of his erection. “And I want to be in you without a condom. Believe me, I want that tight slick heat surrounding my cock, want to feel the wet that I had on my tongue on my dick. But you’re turned on, same as me. You want this, same as me. And we’ve been dancing around this for too fucking long. So, honey, this isn’t the time to have a conversation about condoms and STD tests and consent. It’s the time to go slow and be smart and take precautions until we’re ready to go there.”
Raph was making sense.
I hated that.
But then the condom was on, and he was back on top of me, and his lips came to mine, the tip of his cock brushing my wet heat.
“Ready, honey?”
So fucking ready.
But the only answer I could give was wrapping one leg around his waist, drawing him to me as he pressed inside.
He was big and hard and heavy enough that I knew we’d have to get creative as my belly grew.
But…he was big and hard and inside me and?—
“Raph,” I breathed.
His eyes hit mine, and the demons howled. I knew he felt it, too. This was big and important and…different from everything that had come before, from everything that would come after.
“I know, sugarpie,” he whispered when he was fully in, giving me a second to adjust before he began to move slow and steady and deep. That was…it was everything. His big body surrounding mine, his cock thrusting deep, his scent in my nose, his hands gentle on my body. “I know,” he whispered again, and then he was moving faster, taking my mind off the fact that something had irrevocably shifted in me.
Cracked.
Unlocked.
Fell to the earthen floor.
