Page 66 of Damaged Princess

I groan because, damn, that feels amazing. I spin around, and Rafe isn't expecting it. He looks at me questioningly.

"I'm pretty sure it's my turn to pamper you. Let me clean you up, Mr. Castro."

I crawl over, grabbing body wash and place myself in Rafe's lap. His chest heaves. He looks a little feral as my fingers tease his hard nipples. My thighs frame his. His thick shaft is lined up perfectly in front of me.

Damn, it looks a bit obscene. It's big. Guys' cocks can't literally hit your belly button from the inside out… right? So how the hell does his dick reach almost to my navel as I sit over him?

"You stopped washing and you're staring at my cock," Rafe says, humor coloring his tone.

"Sorry," I whisper as my eyes dance up his chest. I'm absolutely obsessed with his happy trail and the few dark hairs that line his chest.

Rafe pulls my mouth to his for a slow kiss that has our tongues dancing in the air between us. My chest plasters to his and his cock bumps my pussy. My soapy hands fall to his shoulders as Rafe growls.

I grab the wand as we pull back and rinse us both off. Rafe snatches it away and grins.

"You missed a spot," he says, aiming the stream of water directly at my clit. I whimper as the hand-held attachment falls away. Rafe slides his hand between us and slips his middle finger inside my cunt.

"Damn," I whimper as he crooks his finger just right.

My right hand wraps around his cock. I shiver against his chest as he lets out a feral growl. It probably would scare most people, but my body has no logic and I get so slick I know it's coating his entire hand.

Rafe adds another finger and the stretch feels delicious as I ride his hand. Then again, I'd really like to have his cock in my mouth.

"No," Rafe barks.

I shiver, glaring up at him. I might be sitting in his lap, but his torso is longer than mine.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's rinse off and get out of here."

I frown.

"I wanted—"

Rafe cuts me off by pulling my mouth to his. My nipples ache as they brush his chest.

"I'm sorry," Rafe says, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have started anything in here. I want the opportunity to take care of you, and you need to eat before the next wave hits."

I pout, but nod my agreement.

Shower sex with Rafe sounds like it could be a high point in my life, but I'm sure that'll come at some point down the line. Well, if we don't get murdered by my father's men first.

Chapter Sixteen

Rafe

Ana and I finish up in the shower and get into clothes. She's adorable even though she's swimming in Wolfe's long-sleeve t-shirt. She aims for the nest, but I pull her out to the kitchen.

"Well, you're still alive. That's a good sign," I say, laughing at Wolfe who holds a bag of frozen peas to his eye.

He flips me off, and I snicker even louder. I saw that coming a mile away.

"Oh shit," Ana snorts. She heads for Wolfe and kisses the cheek not covered with vegetables. "At least you're alive?"

"I wouldn't change a thing," Wolfe says, smirking. "You're totally worth it."

Vik raises a hand, flipping off Wolfe. "I only punched at half-capacity."

Wolfe chuckles, shaking his head.

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