Page 94 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

He felt so good. His body was strong against mine, skin to skin. My fingers played with the ends of his dark hair.

“One day you’ll have to tell me what happened,” he said softly. Something dark rumbled beneath his skin, a hint of vehemence showing through. My body trusted him. My heart trusted him. But it was my mind that was scared.

I had never told anyone. Neither had Anya. It was our secret. Our shame. Sometimes I wished I could have told someone, so they could have saved my sister. So she would have stopped sacrificing herself for me. But she made me swear.

“One day.” My words were quiet. Soft. Promising. “Will you kiss me now?”

Raphael’s gaze dropped to my lips, dark hunger in them. Possessive. Deep. Dark. Consuming.

Leaning in, I brought my lips to his, pausing a breath away. My tongue swept across his bottom lip then took a pull on it. Heat pulsed and spread through me like wildfire, my pussy throbbing with a need. For him.

Then I nipped at his bottom lip, while my fingers clutched in his hair. A low groan rumbled in his chest. I even found that sexy when it came about him.

“Take me back to bed,” I murmured as I licked his lips again. Pure, unadulterated need swam through my veins.

With his strong stride, he powered through the waves, onto the beach and all the while my mouth never left his skin. There was no finesse to my kiss, but I couldn’t stop kissing him. Tasting him.

We were no longer at the beach. I had no idea how long it took to get back to our little cottage or the bathroom. I slid off his body, my feet touching the cool tile. We discarded our swimwear eagerly.

I placed my palms against his chest, his heat seeping into me. My fingers traced over the tattoos on his chest and down his rock-hard abs. With each inch closer to his pubic hair, my heart thundered harder and my pulse raced faster. He’d taken me multiple times now, and it still wasn’t enough.

I lifted on my toes and reached for his lips. I lingered a breath away, his form suddenly still. As if he waited for something. Forme. I closed the distance and unleashed his hungry monster. He kissed me with such passion that I couldn’t keep my eyes open and every thought left me.

Our kissing turned frantic. Like we’d both been starving for years for a human touch. We broke the dam and left an unhinged desire in its wake. My hands went to his hair, tugging him closer. I needed him closer, his skin on mine.

“Raphael, please,” I whimpered.

His hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapped around his waist.

He bit my bottom lip, gently but enough to sting and I moaned into his mouth. I could feel his desire blazing and clashing with mine. Somehow we found each other in the bathroom, my back pressed against the cool tile, cooling my scorched skin.

I opened my eyes to find his eyes on me, drinking me in. The dark blue gaze blazed with an inferno in its depths.

I slid down his body and he undid my swim top and tossed it to the side. His fingers trailed down my body, causing goosebumps over every inch of my body. His rough palm against my soft skin sent shivers down my spine. His fingers hooked onto my swim bottoms and he lowered himself onto his knees, sliding them down my legs.

A hiss of appreciation left his lips. My legs quivered and would have failed me if his strong arms weren’t holding me up. He spread my legs, his gaze burning holes in my skin and causing a pulsing ache between my thighs. My sex throbbed, the evidence of my arousal trickling down my inner thigh. The moment his mouth connected with my pussy, a loud moan echoed through the bathroom, vibrating against the tile.

He lifted one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder, his mouth never leaving the most intimate part of me.

“Mmmmm.” The noise of him vibrated through my core and my fingers tangled into his dark hair.

“Raphael. Oh my God, Raphael.” He kissed me with an open mouth, shoving his tongue inside my entrance. “Fuck.”

I buckled, my back arching off the tiled wall. The sensation was too much. Not enough. His fingers thrust inside me. His tongue swiped through my wet folders, sending a series of shudders through me.

I’m dying. The best kind of death.

He sucked and licked on my most private part relentlessly. Every single fiber of me shook with pleasure. It was right there, within my grasp. He was touching me.

“Watch me, Reina,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.

I peeled my eyelids open, meeting his gaze as the muscles in his jaw contracted as he ate my pussy. He bit my clit and I bucked off the wall, arching into his mouth. His hand moved to my stomach, holding me still, and my hands gripped his head.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I panted, his laps never easing. He nipped my clit again and the orgasm tore through me like an opened dam. His tongue didn’t stop, he sucked and lapped, taking every last drop of my orgasm.

My legs quivered and my ears buzzed from the intense pleasure.

Once I was back on Earth, Raphael was back in my focus. His eyes burned with hunger but he made no move to undress, still wearing his swim trunks.

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