Page 90 of Bite at First Sight

“It is time to go upstairs, Querida.”

Her drowsiness fled, replaced by heated anticipation. Taking his hand, she rose from the settee, gasping when Rafe lifted her in his arms. His lips trailed a hot path up her neck and along her earlobe as he carried her to their bedchamber.

When the door closed behind them, he set her down and removed his jacket and cravat before kneeling in front of her.

“I do like this dress.” Rafe reached under her skirts. “But I prefer what lies beneath.”

Slowly, he slid his fingers up her calves and along her legs, caressing her beneath her silk stockings. Cassandra couldn’t help gasping at the teasing sensation.

Toying with her garters, he glanced up at her face, giving her a wicked smile before moving up farther. One hand gripped her hip while the other crept between her thighs.

As always, he gave her enough time to pull away before touching her most intimate place. She sucked in a breath as his fingers danced along her tender flesh, stroking her sensitive folds with sinful intricacy. Cassandra’s gasps turned into rapid little pants.

Rafe met her gaze, that wicked smile deepening as he ducked his head under her gown. Knees weakening at the feel of his breath on her thighs, she placed her hand on the bureau for support.

A cry escaped her lips as his tongue flicked across her clitoris, eliciting electrifying sensations that rocked her core. She nearly stumbled when Rafe’s hands tightened on her thighs until she could do nothing but squirm. Her cries broke off into low, helpless moans when his lips closed over her sex and his tongue darted into her hot center.

His grip was relentless as she tried to jump away, the pleasure intensifying until it was unbearable. He continued to lick and suck as Cassandra whimpered, then screamed as the ecstasy peaked. The orgasm slammed through her body, her hips bucking under its force.

Shuddering from the climax, she nearly collapsed before Rafe rose from his knees and tore off her gown.

“I’ll buy you another…if…” His expression sobered.

Cassandra would have none of that. Kicking off her slippers, she pulled him into her arms, tangling her hand in his hair to draw him down for a kiss. The taste of herself on his mouth only intensified her arousal.

Her other hand reached up to tug at the buttons on his shirt. With a low laugh, he obliged her. She stared hungrily at the golden expanse of his chest, sliding her hands all over his bare skin.

He made a rough, pleased sound at her touch. Emboldened, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue across his nipple, smiling at his harsh intake of breath. Languorously, she lavished her attention on every inch of his exposed flesh with her hands and mouth, licking, kissing, and touching him until his eyes glowed with hunger.

As her lips grazed Rafe’s body, his fingers unlaced her stays. Inspired, she unfastened his trousers just as he slid her chemise down past her shoulders. Meeting his gaze once more, she pulled down his trousers, releasing his erection before sinking to her knees.

“Querida…” he whispered. “You are driving me mad. I—”

Cassandra took him in her mouth, silencing his words. Her tongue explored the ridges and curves of the rigid head of his cock as her fingers idly slid up and down the base of his shaft. She’d never before done anything as carnal.

From the fascinating revelations of the shape and texture of his manhood to the primal sense of power that surged within at his gasps of pleasure, the experience surpassed her wildest imaginings.

Rafe tangled his hands in her hair almost forcefully enough to hurt. Her sex pulsed with a fresh flood of moisture. She licked and sucked harder, gratified at his deep groan.

Suddenly, he seized her shoulders and pulled her up. “I must have you now, Querida.”

He claimed her lips in a devouring kiss. By the time he broke off, she was light-headed with desire. Before she could recover her senses, he bent her over the bed and thrust deep inside her.

A low, throaty cry escaped her at the intense fullness within…a fullness she craved. Cassandra arched her back and shifted her hips to guide him even deeper. Rafe growled and seized her hips, quickening his thrusts. She gasped at the delicious assault, clawing at the bedspread.

Just when she thought she’d perish from the pleasure of it all, his hand slid up her back and his hands once more tangled in her hair with a roughness that made her moan in excitement. Mad with lust, she ground against him, matching his thrusts. The movement caused him to touch a place deep within, a place that ached with need.

“Harder,” she begged.

He immediately complied, slamming into her with such savagery that she screamed. Her core seemed to erupt with hot spasms of ecstasy. The climax fed on itself, building and cascading over her in a torrent of heat-crested waves until she could do nothing but whimper and writhe against him.

Slowly he withdrew, leaving her gasping for breath as she reeled with dizziness. Rafe lifted her in his arms and laid her on the bed, kissing her once more as he joined her.

He trailed his lips along her cheek and jaw, flicking his tongue across her earlobe before he whispered, “I am not finished with you yet.”

His mouth clamped down on her neck, fangs grazing her flesh as he licked and sucked, sending electric frissons of newly kindled pleasure coursing through her veins. His hands cupped her breasts, stroking and teasing.

Cassandra moaned and tangled her hand in his hair, pulling him closer, her body aching for more. Rafe covered her with kisses, from her neck to her shoulders, even down her arms and across each fingertip. He then returned to her breasts, stroking and nibbling until she was panting with renewed desire.

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