Page 139 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

We both watched him as he sank inside me, both of us breathing erratically. Raphael stared where we were joined, his gaze possessive and dark.

“Mine,” he growled, then flipped us over, so I was on my back. He started moving, thrusting all the way inside me, hard and fast.

My back arched off the bed. I felt so full, his weight a welcomed reprieve after weeks without him. His body was so heavy as he lay on top of me, one hand braced on the bed and the other cradling my head. His chest brushed against mine, his ragged breaths fanning my neck with each hard thrust.

His lips pressed against my ear.

“I’ll never let you go again.” I shivered at the deep voice, full of dark possession. He nuzzled my neck. His voice was warm and smooth, but his teeth were clenched. “You’ll be mine forever and I’ll be yours.”

He held me by a fistful of hair at my nape and then he fucked me. Skin against skin. A scrape of teeth. The heavy weight of him. Unrelenting. It was so intense I fought to find air to breathe, to find anything that wasn’t harsh and him. Soon, the intensity softened, my body warming and molding to his. Every thrust began to kindle a spark inside of me that only the next thrust could sate. My nails dug into his biceps, and a small shudder rolled under his skin. He talked while he screwed, right against my ear in a deep rasp, and it made me crazy.

“Your pussy is my heaven and my hell, Reina,” he praised.

The words sank into my skin and filled every space in my body with warm satisfaction. Every time his pelvis ground against mine, molten heat spread from my clit outward. A throaty moan escaped my lips with every thrust, as though he pushed each one out of me. I was nothing but heat and flame and pleasure.

“Raphael,” I moaned, my body on the verge of orgasm. He covered my mouth with his palm, while the other hand remained fisted in my hair. It was rough and restrictive and so addictive. I needed this - his restraint, his domination, to feel him everywhere.

From the moment my eyes connected with Raphael, I’d known my body would be lost to him. But this… this was even better than I ever envisioned. Better than I have ever hoped for.

The orgasm shot through me, violent and powerful, sending a shudder through me that chattered my teeth.

Heat pulsed in my lower stomach before branching out in tingles and dazzles of the best feeling ever. When I came down, it was to him motionless inside of me, watching me with a dark blue gaze.

He pulled his hand from my mouth, and by the teeth marks I realized I’d bitten down on it when I came.

“Who fucks you?” he growled.

I shivered. “You. And only you,” I breathed. “Always you.”

A rumble of satisfaction came from his chest, and he rested his forehead against mine.

“I’m going to fuck you for the next month. Get you pregnant. See your belly swell with my babies.”

Why did that make me so hot?

“No more birth control,” I murmured.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes shining like blue stars. Our lips hovered inches apart. “Best fucking day ever.”

His lips took mine in a hard kiss, licking and biting. Our kiss was wet, messy and rough. Because that’s how Raphael kissed.

He thrust inside of me, deep and slow, and the intimacy I felt had me feeling raw and exposed.

And I knew Raphael had me. He’d always have me because he loved me.

EPILOGUE

Sailor -One Year Later

The devil had found me but contrary to everyone’s belief, he didn’t steal my soul. I’d given it freely, right along with my heart and my body.

Unlike the day we buried my sister, today rays of sunshine filled my soul and the mountain around us. The scent of pine trees traveled through the cool breeze, the first signs of fall weather on its way.

The valley and mountain stretched all around us. The view was peaceful and breathtaking. Everything Anya deserved in life, but could only get in death. The ghosts still came to visit, but I had a devil on my side who always chased them away.

I returned my gaze to the grave. The Ashfords brothers always ensured Anya’s grave had flowers on it. Primroses.

Anya always said those were her favorite flowers. For her they symbolized protection, love, and safety. Something our family had finally gotten. Thanks to the devil I danced with. She would have loved Raphael; I knew it without a doubt. He saved us, even her ghosts and righted all the wrongs that our parents had done.

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