Chapter 19 #3
“Hey,” I tell her, thumb stroking those goddamn fuckable lips. “I promise, if it doesn’t feel good, we can stop.”
“Okay.” She says one word that holds so much trust, it nearly shatters me.
“Making you come as much as possible will be my new mission in life.” I kiss her mouth with a slow-growing smile, and she laughs.
“What you just did, that was amazing…” she whispers.
“That was me taking it easy on you, little one.”
I roll my hips against her core, and her mouth parts when my cock slides against her pussy.
She gasps my name, nails raking my back as I stare at the woman who owns me.
“The idea of anyone else touching you drives me insane, tesoro mio.” I palm her forehead, my teeth gritted. “I’d kill him, Nicolette. Whoever he is. I’ll kill him with my bare hands while you watch the life slip out of him.”
She inhales sharply, gaze round.
“This is who I am. Do you understand that?”
“Yes…” She nods. “There’s no one else for me but you.”
I thrust between her thighs with a possessive growl. “Look at you, being a good girl, saving so many lives.”
She fights a smile even as her eyes roll back. “You’re insane.”
“Yes,” I breathe, skimming my lips against hers, her warm breaths wafting across my jaw. “I’m insane for you. Always will be.”
“I don’t mind,” she whispers.
“It’s cute you think you have a choice.” I kiss her hard, groaning as she goes breathless, eyes searching mine. “I don’t have a condom, but I haven’t been with a single soul.”
Not since your sister, I want to say, but I know she understands that.
“I don’t want you to wear a condom. I want to feel you bare, and I want you to feel me too.”
“Fuck… My dirty little virgin…” I nip her jaw. “I’m about to take that from you. Are you ready?”
NICOLETTE
My eyes round and my mouth parts on a choked cry as he slowly eases the crown of his cock inside me.
A fire burns through me, rolling down my spine like a furious blaze of heat. I don’t care if it hurts. I want this. I never wanted a single thing more.
“We’ll go slow,” he reassures me. “Just breathe for me.”
Being Raph, I knew he’d be this way. Gentle. Loving.
The pressure within me grows, yet I want to feel all of him. He pushes another inch, and my nails score across his bare back.
“You feel like heaven,” he tells me, a low growl sounding from deep in his chest.
I shiver at the raspy tone, the warm sound grating up my skin.
“You’re doing well, baby, taking my big cock inside you.”
I tighten around him, his dirty praise setting me off further.
“Just do it…” I beg, my exhales outdoing my inhales. “Just fuck me. Please…”
“Jesus,” he grits, his expression darkening as he stares down at me, all muscle and man. “It’s what I want to do, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
He cradles the top of my head and holds my stare.
“Don’t hold back, Raph. It’s what I want.”
He moves another inch. His lips drop to mine, and he strokes them softly. “Spread those thighs wider.”
His demanding tone has me doing just that. His eyes return to mine, his stare pulling me in deeper, like I’m drunk on the high of Raph Marino.
“Mine.” The word comes out hot and rough and wildly primal, and with a single thrust of his hips, he’s sheathed all the way inside.
I yelp and gasp at the sudden sting and pressure.
He curses under his breath, his jaw tensing as he drops his head back.
“It’s okay.” He extends his knuckles toward my face, running them down my cheek. “Take a breath, baby. I won’t move until you’re ready.”
He fits a hand between our bodies, his finger unhurriedly fondling my clit, and that’s when my muscles ease around him.
A moan makes it past my lips, and he gazes down at me, something in his eyes growing darker.
A shiver runs down my arms, and with a fistful of my hair in his grip, he lets go and fucks me.
He moves like he’s ridding himself of the shame, the guilt. All the reasons he gave himself for not giving in to the intensity between us. It all vanishes, as though it never existed at all.
He molds himself against me, like he’s always belonged. The stretching inside me softens until my body accepts him and craves it even more.
His gravelly baritone fills my ears as he tells me how good I can take him. How much he loves how wet I’m getting for him.
With a quick jerk of his hands, he flips me over and drops his heavy weight on top of me. His palm grips my throat, slanting my head back just as he fits himself back inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You were made to take my cock. It fits perfectly, tesoro mio.”
I’ve never felt more like his treasure than I do right now.
“Next time, I’m gonna fuck you with a mirror,” he drawls against my ear. “So you can see how beautiful you are when you take my cock in that tight little hole.”
“Raph…” I gasp, unable to hold back from the overflow of sensations, clawing the sheets beneath our sweat-ridden bodies.
He grips my hair, dropping the hand away from my throat, and yanks my face to the side so he can see me.
His pounding thrusts, the sound of skin against skin, fills me with warm pleasure, pulsating up my thighs and between them.
“Oh, God, Raph…” A heady moan escapes from my lips as he slams harder and faster. “Don’t stop…” I murmur, not breaking our connection.
Something swells in my gut and in my core, like I’m ready to burst, feeling the pressure mounting with every one of his thrusts.
And right before it comes, right before I fall, he captures my mouth with his, swallowing up every sound I make.
I shudder with such vicious intensity, my toes contort and my mind feels like it’s floating.
He draws his mouth away only a fraction.
“I want my cum dripping out of you.” The words fan over my ear, and I tingle where his breath was.
Before I can say a word, I’m tossed on my back, him still seated inside me, savagely pounding his hips into me, staring at me with intense prowess. It’s like he’s trying to make love to me and fuck me at the same time. His thrusts go deeper each time, and I feel myself rising again.
With a satisfied growl set deep in his lungs, he lowers his body onto mine and kisses me like he’s getting to know my mouth all over again.
And with every bit of my heart, I find myself unable to escape the magnitude of my affection for him, even if I wanted to.
Because in this moment, I know for certain that no matter where I go, no matter how much distance he puts between us, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to be rid of him.