Chapter 19 Riley #2
He stares at me, and I see the relief wash over him. "Riley—"
"But I need you to stop treating me like a prisoner," I say, cutting him off. "I know I can't leave. I know I'm in danger. But if you want me to keep working, you need to treat me like a partner, not a prisoner."
"You're right. I will."
"And you have to be honest with me. About everything."
He nods slowly. "Okay."
"And you have to trust me," I say, my voice shaking slightly. "You have to trust that I'm here because I choose to be."
His hand tightens on the back of my neck, and he looks at me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "You choose to be here?"
I swallow hard. "Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I care about you," I say. "And I don't want to see you destroyed."
He kisses me like the apology wasn’t enough, like words are cheap and the only things that matter now are teeth and tongue and the way his hand fists in my hair hard enough to sting.
I bite his bottom lip in retaliation and he growls, low and filthy, shoving me back onto the mattress so fast the air leaves my lungs.
“Still pissed at me?” he rasps against my mouth, knee nudging my thighs apart as he crawls over me.
“Yes,” I breathe, but my hands are already fisting in his hair, dragging him down so I can bite his lower lip hard enough to make him growl. “Make it up to me, Rafe."
Rafe’s eyes flash dark and hungry, and he kisses me again, tasting every corner of my mouth until I’m melting under him.
“I’m going to,” he murmurs against my lips in a rumble that vibrates right to my chest. “I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget you ever wanted to leave this bed.”
His fingers find the hem of my borrowed T-shirt and slide it up my torso, palms gliding over my ribs before he pulls it over my head and lets it drop to the floor. He pauses to look at me, bare except for my panties, and the reverence in his gaze makes heat pool low in my belly.
“Riley,” he says, almost reverently, “look at you. I don’t deserve you…"
“You’re gonna earn it,” I whisper, arching into his touch when he lowers his mouth to my collarbone, kissing a slow path down between my breasts while his hands cup and knead them gently.
My nipples tighten under his thumbs, and when he finally closes his lips around one, sucking softly, I arch off the bed with a broken moan. “God, yes, just like that,” I sigh, threading my fingers through his hair.
He hums against my skin, switching to the other breast, tongue swirling until my thighs are trembling and I’m aching for more. “Tell me what you want next,” he says, voice muffled against me. “I need to hear it.”
“Lower,” I demand, voice shaking with want. “I want your mouth on me, Rafe."
"These have to go," he growls, as his hands slide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, and he drags them down my legs carefully. They catch on one foot as he tries to remove them and he just leaves them as he spreads my knees wide.
He presses open-mouthed kisses to my hipbones, the sensitive crease where thigh meets body, before settling between my legs and spreading me wider. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, the first slow lick of his tongue making my hips buck.
He pins me gently with one hand on my stomach while the other strokes my thigh. “Easy now,” he rumbles. “Let me take care of you.”
“Don’t tease,” I gasp, hips lifting toward his mouth. “Please…”
He licks me like he’s memorizing every fold, every shiver, circling my clit with perfect pressure until I’m panting his name.
“Rafe, please,” I beg, and he hums in approval, sliding two fingers inside me and curling them just right.
“I want to taste it when you fall apart,” he growls against my skin and his fingers continue working me, pushing torturously close to snapping.
His tongue flicks my clit while his fingers pump into me and the combination sends me over the edge fast and hard.
I come with a whimper and a gasp, thighs clamping around his head, and he keeps licking softly through every pulse until I’m boneless.
Every convulsion, every twitch is heavenly, like he's worshipping me at my source to draw my nectar out and drink from me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. “So fucking sweet when you let go.”
“Christ,” I pant, reaching for him, “God, I want you in me."
Rafe rises up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on mine as he shoves his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. His cock is thick and flushed, and I reach for him immediately, wrapping my fingers around the hot length and stroking once.
“You're so hard,” I whisper, guiding him to my entrance and lifting my hips in silent demand.
He groans, head dropping forward. “Riley, you’re gonna ruin me,” he says, pushing in slowly, letting me feel every inch until he’s buried deep, and we both exhale like we’ve been holding our breath for weeks. “God, you feel incredible,” he rasps.
“Move,” I beg, rolling my hips to urge him on. “Fuck me."
He takes the hint, pulling back and thrusting in again, deeper this time. “Tell me how you want it.” One hand pushes my thigh to open me wider, and he watches himself slide in and out. “Harder? Slower?"
“Like you can’t get enough,” I moan, meeting every thrust. “Like I’m the only woman in your world and you're addicted to my pussy."
I feel him physically shudder before he grabs my hips and rolls us so I’m on top, never breaking our connection. It's a rush of adrenaline, and from this angle his dick hits my back wall so hard I almost gasp in pain and pleasure all at the same time.
"So fucking tight—"
"So fucking deep," I mewl, cutting him off.
I brace my palms on his chest and take him deeper, faster, chasing the angle that has me gasping with every downward glide. “Right there,” I moan, and his thumb finds my clit again, rubbing tight circles that wind me higher. “Don’t stop… So close…"
“Do it,” he whispers, “I’m right there with you. Squeeze me while I let go…" I can hear the restraint in his tone and I can tell he's going to snap.
The second orgasm hits me like a wave, rolling through me hard enough that I clench around him and cry out his name. He follows seconds later, hips snapping up as he comes with a low, guttural groan, pulsing his heat inside me.
“Riley, fuck, Riley,” he grunts through every throb, fingers digging into my hips as I roll against him and try to catch my breath.
I keep falling. Always falling.
One of these times, I'm going to fall so hard I can't get up.