Page 97

Chapter 33
Alexandra
Raphael regarded me, the faint light from the bedroom gleaming on the wet strands of his dark hair. I couldn’t hold back. Even if he was going to tell me no again, I needed to be in his arms.
I flew at him, and he caught me up in a fierce hug, his skin cool to my touch and his damp shirt blotching mine.
I couldn’t speak, so I did the next best thing and kissed him.
Raphael returned my kiss with hunger, one hand sliding to my jaw to position me perfectly, and the other skimming down my spine. If his actions shocked me, I had an answer that would shock him. He reached the hem of the t-shirt and slipped under, so his fingertips touched the bare skin of my thigh.
Raphael stilled and eased those fingers up to the curve of my backside. Then under to find me wet and ready. I electrified at the touch. He groaned against my lips, then with one hand lifted me into his arms, still kissing me, but moving down the hall with purpose.
A thrill drove away all but one thought. That I didn’t want conversation. I didn’t want him to feel he had to explain himself. I only wanted him.
“Stop.”
He obeyed me, pausing ahead of the entrance to the lounge. On the other side of the hall were the bedroom and bathroom doorways, but here was just as private. We didn’t need a bed or a mattress in this moment. Not after he’d spent an entire day fighting for me. Just like five years ago when he first showed me how much he cared.
I palmed his cheek, easing back in his arms to put space between our bodies. Then I flattened my palm to his chest and grazed down and down until I reached his waistband. Holding his gaze, I undid his jeans button.
It was a question or maybe a demand.
Wildness flashed in his eyes. It gave me hope. Raphael dove in for another kiss, moulding his lips to mine and taking what he needed in desperate swoops. God, he wasn’t stopping me.
I found the zip of his jeans and lowered it, slipping my hand inside to find him already hard for me. I cupped him through his boxer shorts, and Raphael made a sound of need that crashed heat through me with the realisation that this was happening.
At long last, we were doing this. Right here, right now.
Raphael spun around so my shoulders hit the wall between two doorways. One hand supported my bare ass, and the other touched my face so he could claim my gaze. Still, I didn’t want to speak. Instead, I bypassed his boxer shorts to take him in my hand and squeezed then stroked him. His eyes slammed closed. His chest rose and fell. The first time I’d touched him like this, and I was already addicted.
I was also very naked under this t-shirt. And hot. My skin burned though the summer night was cool. Sitting forward, I stripped the shirt and dropped it, leaning back against the wall so he could see me. The invitation was clear. If he wasn’t inside me in seconds, I’d probably die.
He didn’t keep me waiting. There was no hesitation this time. No second-guessing or delay. Raphael fully freed his dick thenbrought it to my centre, sliding up and down me and getting himself wet. With the way he held my weight, he had complete control. Lucky for me, his had apparently gone.
It was so sweet being right.
Raphael notched himself to my entrance and at the same time locked his lips onto mine and thrust home.
My cry was smothered by his mouth. He was so thick that it took several strokes until he was fully seated, and all I could do was hold on and try to breathe. The sensation of him inside me spiralled brilliant pleasure out from the places we were joined. And holy cow was it towering.
Instantly, I loved this. We fitted together perfectly, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing nothing but this. We’d wasted so much time when he could’ve been inside me multiple times every day.
Raphael withdrew his hips and punched forward, filling me and lighting up multiple pleasure centres at once. He did it again, and I moaned, so turned on it was almost unreal.
His hand landed on the wall beside my head, and Raphael braced himself, changing the angle so he could stare down our bodies.
He made a sound of urgent need and fucked me faster, his forehead to my collarbone. All I could do was take it. Absorb every blow and let him burn up his passion in my body as he coaxed out mine. It would take almost nothing for me to come. From the second I’d got his text message asking me to unlock the door, I’d become alive with need for him. Desperate for this.
Reaching between us, Raphael felt over where we were joined and slowed his pace, focusing on hard, repeated hits and with his fingers shifting to my clit. The added attention had me closing my eyes against how good it felt. I clutched on to him, lost in anything but the feel of what he was doing to my body. I loved the image of us. Him all in black and soaked from the storm, andme completely naked in his arms, the power that was burning between us almost ready to explode.
He stroked me over and over, timed with his hits. My orgasm closed in, charging towards me with a pace made of how well he could play me. He knew the rhythm that would work. The steady delivery of devastating pleasure. In seconds, I was rocking on him and gasping as a world-ending climax threatened to strike me down.
Just a few…strokes…more. I clamped on to him in a series of pulses, losing my mind of everything but him. All I wanted now was to keep him with me. To take this as far as it could go.
I needed him to come, too.
Raphael slowed his movements on me, and when my head had cleared from the dizzying waves of happiness, I caught his cheek and had him look at me.