Page 59 of Dark Consequences
His hand returns, skirting up my thigh. I automatically part my legs, inviting his touch to reach the area where I desperately need him. He slips it beneath my panties, and one finger slides into my aching pussy before a second joins.
“Raphael,” I beg him, needing more.
I can feel him readjust himself on the bed and open my eyes to the sight of burnt gold shrouded in the shadows his hair makes, staring down at me. He leans closer, putting all his weight on the hand he rests beside my head and steals a quick kiss.
My back arches, and my breath catches when he adds a third finger. Against my thigh, his anxious cock twitches, jealous of his hand. Sliding his thumb forward, Raphael plays with my clit while he finger fucks me. I can feel myself tighten around his fingers, the need to come as desperate as the air I breathe.
Raphael must, too, because he groans in my ear and whispers, “Not yet, sweetheart.”
All at once, his hand leaves, taking my orgasm with it, but before I can protest, Raphael moves down my body and takes my panties with him. Our eyes lock for one moment before he tosses me a wicked smile and disappears between my legs. His mouth covers my sex, hot and wet, and I moan, unashamed at how loud I am. He runs his tongue along my throbbing pussy before clamping on my clit, and I come violently, my entire body seizing up as the waves of my orgasm crash over me.
Raphael props his chin on my pubic bone and peers up at me. His mouth glistens with the residue of my orgasm, and I lick my lips at the sensual sight.
“Thanks for breakfast.”
I reach down and try to shove his head away, laughing when he playfully growls and nips the inside of my thigh. He slides up my body, purposely dragging his hard cock along my core, and I moan at the contact.
Since we returned to the penthouse a few days ago, we can’t keep our hands off each other. As soon as Mei goes to bed, I find my way to Raphael’s. Every touch wipes away another memory of pain. Every kiss heals a scar left behind. Raphael is there to chase any lingering nightmares away every time they threaten. With him, I’m remembering how it feels to be a woman worthy of affection and not a plaything to be abused.
Raphael captures my mouth and kisses me deeply and thoroughly. The kind of kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more.
“God, I want to bury myself in this tight pussy and fuck you senseless. Fuck you until it’s only me you remember.”
I raise my hands and set them on his torso. Dragging them down, I enjoy every rippling muscle that dances beneath my touch. Almost like he’s shivering. The rush of power it gives me is intoxicating.
“Don’t tease a girl.”
He chuckles but makes no move to stop me. “It’ll have to be quick. I need to meet Michael.”
Right.
At Dominic’s funeral, the Russian Captain Dimitri shared some concerns about his workers and patrons disappearing. Evie and Enzo tracked one victim to a warehouse on the docks that was listed as abandoned. They already suspect Xiao is behind the human auctions in Miami but hope to identify who is behind the entire thing because someone is above him. Someone else is pulling the strings because this is bigger than Miami.
Tugging Raphael’s face close, I tell him. “Then be quick.”
With a deep groan, Raphael reaches down, lines the head of his cock with my core, and wastes no time burying himself to the hilt. He swallows my moan with a kiss as he groans. It always feels like coming home. Like a piece of a puzzle missing that has finally been found again.
He leans forward, bringing his arms to cup my head before cradling me to his chest. “Hold on.”
I barely have any time to do as he asks before Raphael pounds into me over and over, quick and brutal in the most delicious way. This close, he brushes against my clit with every thrust, causing my orgasm to rapidly climb.
“Fuck,” he growls into my ear, his breath coming in harsh bursts that mirror his movements. “Fucking hell, Lily, your pussy is choking my cock.”
If I had any breath left in me to spare, I’d laugh. Instead, I raise my hands higher, until I’m literally hanging on to his shoulders for dear life. He might have some red marks from it, but I doubt he’ll mind.
“Come for me,” he orders in a desperate voice. “I need you to come for me now.”
Raphael reaches between us. With one pinch to my clit, I explode for the second time this morning. A second later, Raphael swells inside me, and then a rush of warm liquid fills me.
He rests his face on my neck but keeps his body weight off me. Every exhale of his against my sweaty skin sends shivers down my spine. Finally, Raphael kisses the side of my neck gingerly, then slips out.
“You are incredible,” he tells me with a genuine smile that reaches his eyes. I believe him because he’s never lied to me. “So perfect. Every inch of you. It’s like you were made for me.”
I smile and lean up to peck his lips. I’m still not used to his endearing comments and often am left speechless and unsure of what to say back. Raphael sees it and understands my reluctance because he knows it’s not that I don’t feel the same. It’s just that sharing those feelings is a wall that has yet to come down.
Raphael’s phone rings on the nightstand, and with a disgruntled groan, he reaches for it. “It’s Michael. I have to shower and get dressed.”
“Okay. Have a nice shower,” I say with a lazy stretch, knowing exactly what I’m doing. When his eyes go dark, I know it works.