Page 67 of Bite at First Sight

She knew what he was doing, but it was the precise why that she wished to discern. Was he undressing her to ready her for bed or in preparation for ravaging her? The woman inside her hoped it was the latter.

His tone was turbulent and indecipherable. “I must get you out of these wet clothes before you fall ill and render worthless my efforts to save you.”

Cassandra turned around and had to place her hands on the wall for balance as he attacked the buttons on the back of her gown, resuming his torrent of exotic expletives.

Once he’d removed her damp gown and gone to work on her stays, his ministrations gentled and the words he spoke sounded less like oaths and more like endearments.

Rafe tossed her stays on the carpet and proceeded to rub her arms briskly, bringing comforting warmth to her chilled limbs. In spite of such a practical touch, Cassandra’s loins quivered as if he were doing something far more intimate.

Unable to help herself, she uttered a small cry of protest when he stopped and sank down on his knees to remove her boots.

A wicked smile curved his lips as he reached up under her shift and unfastened her garters. His fingers stroked her bare thighs just above the tops of her stockings. As he slid each stocking down, his mouth brushed across every new inch of exposed leg. Electric sensations raced up her spine.

“You are feeling warmer, Querida,” he whispered as he cast the stockings aside.

All she could do was tremble and murmur, “Mmm-hmm…”

“However, you are still shivering. I will have to increase my efforts.” Rafe slowly lifted her chemise, kissing the backs of her thighs, her hips, and even her back and shoulders.

Once she was completely naked, he began to caress her with soft motions. As his strong hands slid up her legs, his fingers just barely grazed the tender flesh of her labia. Cassandra moaned and parted her thighs farther in invitation, but he moved on to her rib cage, his knuckles brushing the undersides of her breasts.

Rafe withdrew one hand and Cassandra glanced over her shoulder to watch him unbutton his shirt. Her mouth went dry as each tantalizing inch of his muscled bronze flesh was revealed.

Then his hot, bare chest pressed against her back, his lips trailing kisses up and down her neck and shoulders. One hand reached around to stroke her breasts, while the other crept down to tease and fondle her throbbing core.

A harsh gasp escaped her lips and she arched forward against his hand. Her sensitive flesh grew slick and hot with need.

Yes, this was what she longed for. As his fingers lightly circled and pinched her nipples, Rafe’s hips moved forward, his hardness pressed against her soft, yielding center. She quivered against him, biting her lip to keep from begging for more.

As if sensing her primal craving, his hand left her breasts to unfasten his trousers, while his other hand continued to work its sweet magic.

Then his hard, hot length touched her core, its tip circling the folds of her sensitive flesh with intoxicating torment. Cassandra moaned and writhed against him until the tip just barely slid inside her entrance. More. God, please, more. Her nails scratched the fine mauve wallpaper in her frenzy.

As if reading her thoughts, Rafe’s fingers crept up the back of her neck to tangle in her hair…and he slid inside her a tantalizing inch farther.

His lips grazed her earlobe, sending tingling pleasure through her body as he whispered, “Do you want more of this, Countess?”

“Yes!” she cried, trembling with mindless yearning.

Unable to hide her desperation, she arched her hips to guide him deeper. Every semblance of shame and modesty was abandoned, transposed by all-consuming desire.

Rafe’s hand squeezed her labia, his middle finger flicking wickedly over her clitoris. As he firmly gripped her hair, his rigid shaft slowly penetrated her deeper, inch by tantalizing inch, until he was completely inside her. Cassandra sucked in a breath, awed by the new sensations, the more intense fullness, that this position evoked.

With excruciating slowness, he withdrew, then roughly thrust deeper into her. She cried out and spread her legs farther in unconscious encouragement. He repeated the action, drawing cries and moans she didn’t know she possessed.

“Please,” she gasped, still craving more.

With a fierce growl, he slammed into her with animalistic brutality. The heady scent of his exotic male spice, coupled with the sound of flesh striking flesh, engulfed her consciousness. Never before had she been so utterly and completely taken.

Rafe’s fist clenched tighter on her hair. His fingers danced more rapidly on her clitoris as his turgid cock thrust even faster and harder. The barrier between pain and pleasure blurred into an ethereal translucence, sending her into a frenzied climax that defied the parameters of her awareness.

When her cognition seeped back into the physical realm, Rafe wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, carrying her to the bed. “I am not finished with you.”

Her eyes widened in shock. Dear God, can I even handle more? Before she had time to answer that inner question, Rafe pulled her on top of him, claiming her lips in a savage kiss. Cassandra moaned and nibbled his lip, shifting her hips to guide him inside her.

He shifted so they were both sitting up, which made him go even deeper, touching new places, invoking new sensations. Rafe broke the kiss and bent down to worship her breasts with his mouth. The provocative sight made her even wetter.

She gyrated against him as if in a forbidden dance, panting in excitement as the base of his cock slid across her center. The pleasure built and spread through her body like a raging inferno. Rafe held her tighter, whispering Spanish love words into her ear before scraping his fangs across her neck. Cassandra cried out as the second climax roared through her.

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