Page 31 of Unravelling Nell (Fairford Affairs)

“Without Mistress Freya, without you? I’d be a fucking mess. But what if the Mistress hadn’t come into the diner that night? What if I never met either of you? God only knows what kind of state I’d be in right now.” Squaring her shoulders, she finished with, “No one should have to go through what I did alone.”

Grabbing hold of her face, Rafe slammed his mouth down over hers. Her lips parted without a fight, giving his tongue access to explore, to taste, to control.

And he fuckingdevouredher. Like his executioner was pounding on the door, and she was his last meal.

Rafe tossed the laptop onto the sofa, gripping her hips and twisting her around so her legs straddled his. When she lifted her arms toward the ceiling, he wasn’t about to pass up the invitation. He broke the kiss only long enough to yank her dress up over her head, then went right back to claiming her mouth as he tossed the garment aside.

Christ, she felt so fucking good in his hands. Her long, lean torso, the flare of her hips, that delectable, oh-so-spankable ass. He raked his fingernails across the lace of her panties. How fucking dare something keep him from touching her skin. Growling into her mouth, he ripped them clean off her body, her yelp making his cock jerk.

“Please,” she begged, her lips brushing against his, her breath hot against his face.

He buried his hands in her hair and rasped out, “Please what?”

“Please may I touch you, Sir?”

Her answer surprised him so much, he jerked her back by her hair, needing to look into her eyes. He’d expected her to saytouch meorfuck me, or something else along those lines. Something purely sexual, and not quite so...intimate.

Nell watched him with such raw need written all over her face, it took his breath away. Because it wasn’t simply lust he saw lurking in the depths of her eyes, though there was plenty of that. He saw a desperation to please him, to connect with him on as deep a level as possible—to become his in a way no woman had for years.

And it scared the ever-loving shit out of him.

“Lace your hands on the back of your head.” His tone left no room for argument. As she complied, he undid his belt and pants with rapid jerks of his fingers. Lifting his hips with her still on top of them put enough pressure on the back of the sofa to make the antique creak ominously. Not wanting Aiden to murder him, he dropped back onto the blue velvet as soon as he pushed his jeans and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free.

Shifting her hips forward, Nell raised herself up on her knees, dragging her smooth pussy up the length of his cock. He took hold of her as he moaned, his large hands digging into her hips and ass, holding her in place.

“Who’s in control here?” he demanded.

“You are, Sir.” Though she didn’t sound remotely apologetic for her actions.

“Then fucking act like it,” he ground out, lifting her up, positioning her pussy directly over his cock. She was so fucking wet that he entered her in one thrust, without the slightest resistance.

Nell threw back her head and moaned, her arms shaking with the strain of holding them up for so long. Loving the way she suffered for him, he said, “Keep those elbows back,” as he lifted her, slamming her down onto him again.

Her arms shot back, forcing her chest out, practically presenting her breasts for his inspection. Christ, that red bustier was sexy. But he didn’t want satin and lace between them, blocking him, hiding her from his gaze. Undoing the hooks up the back with swift precision, he tossed the garment aside.

With another growl, he captured one hardened nipple in his mouth, relishing the way it stretched and pulled as he continued to fuck her. He had to catch the stiff bud in his teeth to keep it from popping out of his mouth entirely, and she cried out at the sharp pain.

Releasing her nipple at last, he ordered, “Ride me, kitten. Use your legs.” He kept one hand on her hip, helping her balance as her thighs and ass worked, pumping her up and down on his cock.

For several long seconds, the flex and shift of her muscles mesmerized him. Jesus fucking Christ, she was strong. He was an avid gym rat, and knew how much work she must’ve put in. It made his cock hard as fucking stone.

Once she developed her own steady rhythm, he lifted his second hand to her mouth, pushing two fingers between her lips. “Suck.”

She clamped her lips around the digits before he even spoke, laving them with her tongue. It made a wet popping noise when he yanked his hand away, lowering his fingers to her clit. Her whole body shuddered at the first slippery contact.

With a grin he knew was downright evil, he said, “Don’t just ride my cock, you little slut. Ride my fingers. Make yourself come.” He kept his hand perfectly still, forcing her to do all the work.

Whimpering, she did as she was told, moving herself up and down on his cock, rolling her hips forward on each descent. There was a look of intense concentration on her face, her eyes screwed shut so tight she’d probably have a fucking headache by the time they were done.

One particularly slow and enthusiastic roll of her hips had his eyes rolling back in his head. “Sweet fuck.”

She buried her face in his neck as she came, screaming as her pussy clenched around him, forcing him over the edge whether he wanted it or not.

When Nell finally stopped panting for breath, she pulled away with a dreamy smile. “I didn’t even tell you my fantasy yet, and you already made me see stars.”

“That one was for free. We’ve still got four more to go.” He planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. “And speaking of, why don’t you tell me what you want today.”

A speculative look stole into her eyes, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she considered. It made him want to catch that lip between his own teeth, to suck and bite until she begged for mercy, but he restrained himself.

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