Page 59 of Endlessly Raphael
His expression immediately heats. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“But I’m not afraid of you, Rapha. I like your edge.”
He presses his hand to my neck, squeezing just enough to make my eyelids flutter. “You are quickly becoming my weakness.”
“That’s the last word I would use to describe you.”
“What would you use instead?”
“Addictive.” I grip his wrist, holding his hand where it is. “Mysterious. Sexy as fuck.”
He tears his gaze away abruptly, clearing his throat. “This is not the place.”
“Then take me somewhere.”
“You want to go to our room already?”
“No. Somewhere else. Somewhere naughty.” I reach between his legs and rub the erection I knew would be there. “Gah, you make me want to do wild things. How do you make me feel so free and yet so safe?”
“Because you’re both with me.” Rapha claims my mouth in a searing kiss that tingles all the way to my toes.
My cock swells, straining against the tight material of my slacks. “Rapha. Please.”
He bites into my bottom lip, drawing blood and a needy moan from me. “Fuck, you taste like paradise.”
“You like my blood?”
“It’s so much more than that, my beauty.”
“Yeah? You need it?”
When he focuses on me, my breath catches in my throat. There’s something in his eyes I can’t name. Is it hunger? Desire? Danger? I don’t know, but whatever it is, I want more of it.
“Take me away from here, Rapha. Take what you need from me.”
He blinks, washing away whatever that was on his face. “No. It’s not right. It’s too dangerous, and I should know better.”
“Are you afraid to hurt me?”
His jaw tightens as he nods. “Yes.”
I nod, sliding my hand over his heart. I can barely feel it beating, which doesn’t match the desperation in his voice.
“You’re free and safe with me too, Rapha. Don’t you know that?”
He searches my eyes like he’s looking for truth. I don’t know what he sees, but he stands, pulling me to my feet by my wrist before leading me out of the room. Where we’re going is anyone’s guess, but I don’t really care. I’m along for whatever ride he wants to go on.
Rapha presses the elevator buttons, and when they open, he pushes the button for the roof. Oh fuck yeah. As soon as the doors close, he presses me against the wall, devouring my mouth as hard cock meets hard cock. We grind together for the few seconds it takes to get to the roof, and I’m already swooning when the doors open again.
“You trust me?” Raphael asks as he leads me to the edge of the building.
“A hundred percent,” I answer easily. “Do you trust me?”
He pauses, turning to face me. “Yes.”
Smiling, I press against him. “Good. I’m yours to take.”
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