Page 101 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

Once his clothes joined mine on the floor, my eyes took him in. Nobody, and I mean nobody, had better abs than Raphael.

And those tattoos on his chest and his arms, covering his golden skin tempted me from the moment I’d met him.

“Stand up,” he rasped, a hard demand in his voice. He jerked me upwards, spread my legs and pulled me close. My pussy was next to his face. I braced myself with a hand on his shoulder, his hands digging into my butt and his face buried in my pussy. Fire ignited like a volcano, his mouth sucked and licked, nipping at my clit. My skin seared with need. My nails dug into his shoulder and I rolled my hips against his mouth. He was killing me, stealing my breath - and sanity. And I couldn’t have been happier about it.

Before the release shot through me, he grabbed my hips, slid me onto his lap and slammed inside of me.

A choked cry escaped me. He stilled, his eyes darkening and burning hot. I was still tender and sore.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured softly. His hands gentled on me. He leaned forward and took my lips with reverence, kissing me. Capturing my top lip between his, my body relaxed with each gentle kiss and touch he gave me. He leaned in and ran his lips down the length of my throat, trailing kisses that would brand me as his for the rest of my life.

“I’ll give you everything,” he rasped a promise I knew he would keep. His scruff brushed my soft skin, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. I sighed, my hands roamed his body. I wanted to feel every muscle, know every inch of him. His touch on me was hungry, urgent, and it fed the flames within me. I never wanted them extinguished.

I rolled my hips, slow and easy at first. The soreness was there but the fire and need for him was greater. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face into his neck, inhaling deeply. He smelled like home, safety, Aguardiente and desire wrapped all in one.

A shiver ran through me, the heat sparking as I ground my clit against his pelvis. His hands roamed down my back, his hard palms scraping against my soft skin. They paused at my ass and his fingers dug into it, pulling me harder against him. He was deep inside me and with each roll of my hips against him, my moans became breathier, louder. I rose an inch and then slid back down, moving up and down against his shaft.

His hands took control and started moving me up and down. I wanted to give him everything too. He took my mouth with his, capturing my next moan. He fucked me, guiding my body up and down over him and hot pressure began to build. My breaths were heavy, my chest ready to explode.

“Fuck, Reina,” he groaned. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and with each thrust inside me, his teeth pulled on the sensitive buds.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Please.“

His fingers dug into my hips and he thrust again. Hard. And again. He took my lips in a hard kiss, bit into my lower lip and my body exploded as the pressure burst into a million stars. His body tensed, he pressed his face against my throat, let out a groan, then bit my neck as he found his release.

This was heaven. Or the most delicious hell.

We sat, both of us breathing frantically, my skin hot against his. Chest to chest and heartbeat to heartbeat.

Together.

Everything about this man soaked into the essence of my being and molded me. Changed me. Or maybe I had been waiting for him all along. I just didn’t know. I could have cared even less at this moment.

The only thing I knew was that parts of me that had always been a little broken healed around him.

My hands rested on his chest, this craving, a need, pulling me deeper into the pits of hell. His hell and I couldn’t find the strength to give a damn.

“Are you on the pill?” His question caught me off guard. Even more so because protection hadn’t crossed my mind.

“Yes.” I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Dumb, I knew it. I sat on his lap naked and I was blushing.

“I want you to stop taking it.”

I stared at him for a few moments, then blinked. “Absolutely not,” I retorted back. “I’m doing nothing like that until I’m ready and I can be sure my children are not threatened.”

He didn’t seem happy with my answer, but he said nothing else. “Raphael, tell me what’s happening?”

“What makes you think something is happening?”

He avoided answering me. “Because your men are on edge. You’re tense. Urgent calls.”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

I let out an exasperated breath. “See, that makes me worry even more.”

“Don’t worry, Reina. I don’t want you stressing over nonsense.”

“If it’s nonsense,” I grumbled. “Why are you so adamant about not telling me what’s going on?”

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