Page 51 of Into the Light

“Fuck, I love how wet you are for me.”

When I opened up my eyes, he was watching me. His hands dug into my thighs, his hips thrusted upward, urging me to move.

I held onto his shoulders and swirled my hips to start. His eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened in pleasure. I wanted to give this man everything.

I started moving faster. I pumped my hips up and down, feeling that deep pleasure only Raf could give me. Like we were made to fit each other. His hands moved to my ass and his fingers dug into the flesh there, and then slapped it. It only spurred me on.

I bounced on him now, riding him hard and delighting at the sounds coming out of his mouth. He was close again.

“Mmm I want you to come deep inside me, babe. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck yes.”

“You like when I bounce on this dick?”

He nodded. “Come on, angel. Give it to me. Make this cock come for you.”

He reached around and did that magical work with his thumb on my clit again. My muscles tensed, I felt them pulsing around him, but I kept going, kept riding him, drawing out that orgasm I knew was close.

And then it hit. It hit both of us at the same time.

He grunted, I screamed. Our sounds mingled as our bodies flew off the edge together. I felt paralyzed then, not in control of my movements, but he held me. He wrapped his arms around me as he poured himself into me and I rode out this wave of bliss.

His movements slowed, still pumping in and out of me while I lay draped over him, like the soft waves that don’t crest before they meet the shore.

“Goddamn, El.”

I giggled, but didn’t move. My head was on his shoulder, my arms dangling behind him.

Eventually he stood, carrying me as I was, and laid me in bed. A moment later, I felt him clean me up with a warm washcloth. Then another moment later, the bed shifted and he curled his body around me.

“I love you so damn much, El.”

I turned and nuzzled into him. “I love you, too.”

Nothing had ever felt so right.

twenty-five

ELLIE

We wokeup late and spent the day making love—slow and sensual this time, where Raf looked into my eyes with every deep thrust, where he whispered promises of love and devotion I’d only ever dreamed of hearing from him. And after he tenderly washed me in my shower that was entirely too small for him, we enjoyed a lazy day in bed.

It was heaven.

Which should have been the first sign of trouble to come.

The buzz from the doorbell startled me. When I answered it and heard Theo’s voice, my stomach sank. I looked over to Raf. His face fell, but just for a moment. He recovered quickly, never wanting to show weakness or cause me distress.

We got dressed and walked downstairs, where Theo was in uniform, his face stricken. He leaned against his cruiser, but stood up straight when we stepped outside.

“I need you to come in.”

“You’re arresting him?”

“I have to. But I’d like to do it without a spectacle.”

“Why are you doing it at all?”

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