Chapter Forty-One #4
“Bite me,” he ordered. “Not because you need to feed, but because you want to feel my blood inside you.”
I didn’t hesitate. I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged his neck to the side.
It felt so right to set a hot breath over his skin, to see the muscles of his neck strain, and to slam my teeth into his throat.
The warm, copper tang coated my mouth in an instant, heated pleasure spreading through my body.
But that wasn’t what changed everything.
Every other time I’d buried my fangs in Raphael’s neck, he’d kept his hands still. Restrained. His grip splintered the wood of the carriage; his knuckles turned white against the stone countertop.
He’d been holding back.
He wasn’t holding back anymore. He increased the tempo of his fingers, sliding another inside me without as much difficulty as before.
At the same time, his other hand was back on my nipple, twisting, taunting.
I felt full, in every way. Blood spilled from the corner of my lips, and I didn’t care, biting harder.
“That’s it, my viper. Take from me. Take what only I can give you.” I wasn’t sure if he meant the blood or the pleasure. Both felt so fucking good.
His hands were on me, in me, and I never wanted them to be anywhere else. He bucked against me, and the same pleasure slammed into me.
“Samara,” he hissed. He almost sounded in pain. “You’re going to make me spend like this.”
Just from me biting his neck? I ran a palm over his chest, loving the way the skin was taut. I pulled at his nipple, just as he’d teased me. If that was supposed to be a warning, it only spurred me on. I couldn’t speak like this, but I thought the words at him.
Come apart, I told him in my mind. Come apart the way you make me feel like I’m ripping at the seams, the way I need you to.
He could never be mine. Not forever.
But in this moment? No one had ever belonged to me more.
He let out a groan, long, low, and utterly male, his fingers stilling for a second inside me, but that did nothing to halt the rush of pleasure that went through me.
I released him from my fangs and licked the wound shut, then licked it again, sucking over the wound with my lips just because I wanted to taste his skin.
“Fuck, you have a wicked mouth.” His eyes gleamed. “Did you like that? Making me weak with your bite?”
I nodded. I had. I really, really had.
“Good.” His voice lowered an octave. “Because I’m going make you come until it’s only my blood keeping you upright.”
He kissed me before I could even formulate a reply.
Something changed in that moment. I hadn’t thought he was holding back, but now Raphael unleashed.
His tongue was a devious, dangerous thing as he tasted me.
His fingers pumped faster inside, filling me to the brim.
It neared pain, but with him it was ecstasy.
“That’s it. Look how well you’re taking me now.” He pulled my chin down, forcing me to watch. My breath caught in my throat at the sight. I gripped his shoulders for support, leaning back against the stone.
“Raphael. It’s too much.”
“It’s not.” When I tried to pull my head away, he made me look for another moment. “It’s perfect. It’s all for you.”
He released me, his hand returning to my breast, kneading, pulling, coaxing the tender flesh.
I arched, stretching as if it would help me withdraw the onslaught of feelings.
The sensations were overwhelming, so much more potent than anything I’d conjured in my imagination.
But best and worst of all was the way Raphael was losing control with me.
His voice was a snarl as he praised me, teased me. A monster, all mine.
“You’re going to come for me, Samara. You’re going to come all over my hand. You’re going to be messy, and you’re going to be mine.”
The possessive words crashed through me, so wrong, so tempting. He cut off any response with another fierce kiss, and a curl of his fingers that sent me over the edge.
I unleashed. My body shuddered with pleasure, the need that had dogged me finally earning its release.
With the last of the fireworks cutting through the dark night, for the male who had once been my enemy, I came harder than I ever had before.
I shut my eyes as if to block out at least one of the overwhelming senses, but he was all around me, our scents mixed with the sea brine and his touch all over my body.
When the pleasure ebbed and I reopened my eyes, Raphael was there, a look I’d never seen on his face before. If he’d been any other man, I might have called it pride. Instead, it was something more like awe. He stroked the side of my face with the back of his palm on one side, then the other.
His palm came away wet, damp with tears I hadn’t realized were there, as if there had been nothing to do with the overflow of emotions than to cry.
I shivered despite myself, and Raphael pulled me close, a tender kiss threatening to cleave me in two. My chest was tight with emotions I didn’t dare name.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he vowed.
I nodded, silently agreeing to something I had no place even considering