Page 137 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

He discarded my panties and his mouth brushed against the sensitive skin, inches from my clit.

“Please,” I breathed, rubbing against him. He brushed his tongue against my clit and a sizzling sensation shot up my spine that stole my breath. “Ohhh.”

“Is this what you want?” he growled, the sound low deep in his chest.

I watched him through my heavy eye-lids, our gazes connecting.

“You,” I murmured. “I want you,” I admitted softly, letting him see my vulnerability. I wanted him to see that I trusted him with everything - my body, my heart and my soul.

His fingers came back up my legs and slipped back to my ass, brushing against my back entrance before pausing. I was so hot I found myself rolling my hips for friction. A groan poured out of me when his hand slid further downward and one finger pushed inside of me without warning.

“Ahhh.” My head fell backwards, my insides on fire. My palms came down to his neck, my nails running the length of it.

“Fuck,” he groaned and the roughness of his voice ran down my spine. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” I breathed. “Only for you.”

A loud smack on my ass sent a rattle through me and my pussy pulsed, clenching with need.

“Raphael,” I yelped softly. “What’s that for?”

“For being without me for a whole month,” he grumbled, then smacked me again. “For leaving me.”

If he meant it as a punishment, he failed because it sent a toe-curling sensation through me.

“I’ll never leave again,” I vowed and a shudder rolled down my back.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned. pulling me closer to him with his free hand.

Our lips were inches apart and I leaned closer pressing my mouth on his. I’d do anything for this man, I realized. Anything! Because I couldn’t imagine a day without him, never mind the rest of my life. His hot tongue slid between my lips, stealing my breath away and swallowing my moan. Heat and satisfaction rolled off his body.

I needed him. More than my standards. More than revenge. More than anything else.

I grabbed the hem of my hot pink dress with both hands and pulled it off in one swoop. His mouth latched onto my breast, dragging his teeth across the nipple and a loud moan escaped me.

He groaned, and before I could even lower my arms, his mouth latched onto my breast, giving it one slow suck while dragging his teeth across the nipple. White heat shot like lightning between my thighs before pulsing in an empty ache. I swayed into him, running one hand around his neck and into his hair. His hand cupped me with a roughness that brought me to my toes. His entire palm rubbed back and forth, a firm pressure against my clit. My head fell back with a moan.

“So fucking wet,” he growled.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and then slid two fingers deep inside me. Hot, sweet pressure filled me, threatening to overfill as he fingered me. Fast and then lazy. Over and over.

The fire burned into my lower stomach, creating a blaze that needed to be fed. And if not, I would go up in smoke.

“Oh, God . . .” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. I was so close, so damn close. “Raphael, please.”

He trailed over every inch of my breasts, kissing them like he would my mouth: with lips and tongue and teeth. His fingers slipped out of me, pulling wetness to my clit, and when he pushed them back in, pressure burst into tingles and flame.

Intense pleasure created lights dancing behind my eyes; my blood burned. A shudder fluttered through my body as though three shots of liquor poured straight into my bloodstream, before a languid heat spread. My legs had given out and I sat on his thigh. His eyes were heavy-lidded, the blue flames intoxicating.

His thumb grazed my lips, smearing my wetness across my bottom lip. I drew my tongue across it and licked it off.

His gaze flashed, burning like blue sapphires.

“Get on the bed.” It was a demand. His voice was hoarse. “I’m going to fuck your tight pussy. So you remember who you belong to.”

My heart thumped against my ribcage and I shifted off him and crawled onto his bed, then settled on my back. The sheets scented of him, intoxicating and addictive - a warm licorice scent and man. Danger and ruthlessness. All of him.

“I belong to you. Always you,” I breathed, our eyes locked. A flame pulsed between my legs and warmth curled low in my stomach.

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