Page 91 of Bite at First Sight

Rafe paused and rose on his elbows to look at her. “Dios, you are a treasure.”

She shivered under his gaze.

He proceeded to prove his words, lavishing his attentions upon her body as if she were cherished and priceless. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as he kissed her belly, her hips, her thighs, her knees. He lifted each leg and worshipped every inch with his hands and mouth.

“Please,” she gasped.

That wicked smile returned as he knelt between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. Cassandra gasped and shifted to guide him in deeper, but he held her still, stroking her clit with his thumb as he entered her inch by inch with agonizing slowness.

When he’d fully penetrated her, he settled his powerful weight on top of her, motionless except for the rapid pounding of his heart. For a moment she was happy to hold him and savor the feeling of him inside her. Until her body took on a mind of its own and began to shift against him, creating the most delicious friction.

Rafe’s hands slid down her arms until his hands met hers and their fingers linked as his hips moved in slow, tantalizing thrusts. Her pleasure built slowly, ascending a towering peak. Small electric jolts punctuated the throbbing heat in her core. Once her climax reached its crest, she became incandescent.

Her hands clenched his as she threw back her head and cried out his name. Rafe’s eyes glowed like an amber flame as he bared his fangs in an unspoken question.

“Yes,” she gasped.

When he struck, her orgasm crested a higher wave. Rafe growled and pulsed within her as he reached his own climax. Cassandra shuddered beneath him, feeling as if she would die from the blinding pleasure.

At last he withdrew and collapsed, leaving her feeling boneless and sated. After she recovered her breath, she curled up in the haven of his arms, resting her head on his chest.

“Te amo, Querida,” he whispered suddenly, stroking her hair. “Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad.”

“This is the second time you’ve said that,” Cassandra murmured. “What does it mean?”

“I love you.” His voice was as rough as his hand on her cheek was gentle. “You are my light in the darkness.”

Her breath halted. Her heart surged. “I never imagined anyone could love me. The concept seemed so irrational. I never believed in love.”

“I can never imagine not loving you.” He lightly kissed her shoulder. “To me, that is irrational.”

He tensed, and her heart clenched as she realized what he was waiting for.

“I love you too, Rafe.” Joy welled up in her at the words. “Thank you for teaching me to believe.”

He tightened his embrace, caressing her back in long, tender strokes. “I think you are the far superior teacher. Now we must get our rest before—”

“Hush. You love me, I love you. I finally believe in miracles. Let that be all for now.” She twirled a lock of his hair around her finger, determined to enjoy every last moment with him until nightfall.

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Despite her assurances, Rafe couldn’t let it be. Her talk of miracles had kindled hope that warmed his heart. Even though the matter paled in comparison to all the trouble they faced, he had to ask.

Before she dozed off, he brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “Cassandra?”

“Hmmm?” she murmured drowsily.

“If we make it through this debacle alive, do you suppose you could…” He trailed off, chest tight.

She leaned up on her elbow, eyes becoming alert. “Could what?”

“Fix my face,” he whispered, hating how weak and broken he sounded.

Her lush lips pouted as she regarded him with such intensity that he wanted to take his words back. “Considering the fact that my operations on your arm diminished the scars there, I see no reason why it shouldn’t be possible.” He held his breath as she paused and frowned. “However, I would not wish to.”

He blinked. “Why not? You deserve a whole man who will not shame you in public. You deserve—”

“Stop that,” she said, cutting him off firmly. “Allow me to explain. My secondary reason is that I would not want to risk damaging your face.” She studied his horrid scars with such scrutiny that he fought not to flinch. “It may be scarred, but the muscles are functional. I couldn’t bear it if I cut the wrong tissue and hurt you.”

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