Page 100 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

The taste of him became my necessity.

My lips parted and Raphael’s eyes lowered to them, the fire in them matching the one flaming within me.

He didn’t move. He sat there, waiting, his hands seemingly relaxed but there was so much intensity rolling off of him. As if he wanted to give me the choice. But there was none, because I was scared I’d burn out like a candle without him. I wanted his touch to keep burning.

He said he wanted myeverything- to have my body and my soul - but then the Devil would demand a soul, wouldn’t he? Except part of me wanted to go to sleep and wake up with his body next to mine.

I wanted to give him my all and overcome the invisible chains that held me back.

I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head, letting it fall soundlessly onto the carpet. My nipples tightened, tingling in expectation. Heat pulsed between my thighs, wanting to feel him there.

My bra and panties followed, and all the while he watched me with that heavy-lidded gaze.

My skin burned as I stood there, naked and breathless.

He leaned forward, lifted my breast to his mouth and bit down. Hard.

I yelped. “That’s for barging into my office.” Then he licked the sting and sucked, tugging on it gently and my head fell back with a moan.

He cupped me between my legs, sliding two fingers inside of me. “And this is my reward.”

I needed him.

Like the sun needed the moon to balance the night against the day. His touch ignited me and calmed me. Now that I was so close to him, breathing in his scent, feeling his eyes consume me so effortlessly, my heart was stuck in my throat. I wanted him so much. I knew I’d fallen too deep into this supposed sham of a marriage.

From the moment I met him, I knew he’d light the match to my body and I’d disintegrate into dust without him. It happened each time he touched me.

I brushed a hand across his neck and into his thick dark hair. His calloused hands came to my thighs in a light touch and skimmed up my flesh, leaving a trail of sparks in its path. His fingers grew firm, gripping the flesh of my ass sending the unbearable ache between my legs.

My fingers curled in his hair, the hot, slick need for him making me lose all my senses.

“Raphael-” his name escaped my lips on a sigh.

This need was so foreign and warning signs should have been flaring in my mind. But they weren’t. My mind was tricked by my body, whispering that I had been waiting for him. He was mine and I was his.

At least for now.

My eyes closed with the intensity of how right that felt. To be his and to claim him for mine. His hands came back between my thighs and without warning, his one finger pushed inside me.

“Fuck,” he rasped in a rough voice. His voice ran down my spine. This man was everything. Love, lust, and happiness. The thought rang in the furthest corner of my mind, but it was drowned out as his mouth latched onto my breast again as he dragged his teeth across my nipple. All the while his finger fucked me slowly, in and out.

My head fell back and my hands came up to his neck, holding on to him like my own rock. He kept moving his finger, the pressure building between my legs till it was too much and I was scared I’d disintegrate into ashes.

I swayed into him, uncaring if I burned out. It wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, with his mouth on me and his touch branding my skin.

“So fucking wet,” he growled. Two fingers slid deep inside me, and my head fell back with a moan.

“Oh my God,” I panted. The pressure built; I was so close as he fingered me hard and fast. Over and over. My skin was so hot and a fire burned in my lower belly, creating a blaze that only he could feed.

His mouth worshiped my breast; his tongue and teeth alternated between nipping and kissing. His fingers slipped in and out of me, brushing against my clit, building the pressure. I hadn’t realized that I was lowering myself onto his lap, grinding against him, desperate for release, until I had done it.

Until I had burst into flames, white lights shooting behind my eyelids and a shudder fluttered through my body, languid heat spreading through every inch of my blood.

His lips nibbled on my earlobe and his deep, raspy voice rumbled through me. “Mine. Forever.”

His claim should have brought me back to Earth, but instead had me floating higher into space. My heart beat hard against my ribcage. I opened my eyes and met his burning blue flames. I hadn’t realized my legs had given out leaving me sitting on his thigh.

“I want more,” I breathed, reaching for the zipper of his pants. My fingers fumbled with it, eager for more of that height. A dark chuckle sounded from his lips. I didn’t care. He helped discard his pants, and I reached for his shirt, my fingers shaking. God, I was eager to get another glimpse of his glorious chest.

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