He finally used his free hand to pump two fingers into me, driving me higher and making me writhe in his grip. My foot slipped along the wall, his eyes scolding as he wrenched my leg higher to hold me in position. Only then did his mouth cover my clit, his tongue working it over with firm and slow touches that drew gasps from me. “Come for me,mi reina,” he murmured against me, a groan rumbling through him when I slid a hand to the back of his head and pressed him tighter to me. The inky strands of his hair caught in my fingers, and I tugged furiously as my hips moved to help find my release.
It crashed over me like a storm, swallowing me in a tidal wave of pleasure that left me shuddering against the shower wall. My foot slipped, only Rafe’s steady strength keeping it aloft as I went limp in his hold.
I hadn’t recovered, hadn’t managed to pry my eyes open before I felt him sinking inside me. His body pressed against mine, his free hand wrapping around my other leg to grip my ass as he lifted me in his arms.
His length slid through my tender tissue, still convulsing with the force of my orgasm, as my eyes opened to watch his darken with pleasure. He groaned, using the sheer strength of his body to hold me still against the wall while his hips thrust in and out of me slowly.
There was no rough possession or anger to the movements, only the obsessive love that ran between us like a current. That moment with his eyes on mine and us entwined in the shower was everything I knew we could be.
Everything we would have shared had I never run from him, turning the threat of dark obsession into overwhelming rage. He loved me. He hated that I hadn’t chosen him. And the stain of that choice had determined our relationship from that point forward.
But it didn’t have to be our forever.
I cupped his hand in my cheek, swallowing the moan that threatened as he bumped against the end of me with every slow but hard drive. “You’ll always be my night sky,” I murmured, leaning forward to kiss his parted lips. He went still, pausing inside me as he studied the emotion written into my face. “I should have chosen you.”
He growled, pulling me away from the wall so suddenly that I yelped and wrapped my other leg around his waist. His movement inside me resumed, driving more furiously as he stepped out of the shower. We were still dripping wet when he guided us onto the bed, shoving as deep as he could inside me and pulling back to take me more firmly.
Without the awkward standing position, he hit the end of me with every thrust. His arms caged me in, holding me still as his wet skin slid along mine and he watched me. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a rumble as his lips hovered only a breath away from mine.
“Yes,” I agreed readily. “I’m yours, Rafe.”
“Te amo,mi reina,” he said, punctuating the words with hard drives inside me as my flesh tightened. They were the words I needed to hear, the confirmation that all of his methods were for a reason, even if it often felt lost to the brutality of his actions. The inexplicable bond between us demanded them, because Rafael didn’t know what to do with love.
Except to own me.
“And I love you,” I murmured back, burying my face in his neck as he drove us higher toward the release that hovered just beyond the horizon. Rafe groaned into me, flooding me with the brand of his heat inside me that sent me spiraling into my second orgasm.
My life before had been simple. It had also been empty.
Real life,real love, was bloody and unforgiving, but it was worth every bit of the pain just to feel it.