Page 60 of Alpha's Secret Baby Girl

Fire bloomed through her stomach. Rafael pressed himself up against her, pinning her to the wall. Their kisses grew more heated as he ran his hands over her torso. His fingers brushed against the underside of her breasts, eliciting a groan. He leaned over her, flicking his tongue across her lips.

Then he was gone. Gwen tried to follow him, needing more, aching to have his touch on her again. Rafael pressed one hand to her shoulder, holding her in place. His dark eyes silently warned her to stay still. Gwen, unhappy with the unspoken order but excited to know what he had planned, obeyed.

Rafael stepped back again. He swiftly removed his clothes, then returned to her. He undressed her with more care than he had given himself. His touch was reverent, as though he was unwrapping a holy relic. Gwen bit her lip, her hands resting on his shoulders as she let him do his work.

“You are so beautiful,” she murmured, gazing down at him as he pulled her pants down. “You’re like a god made flesh, Rafael Buchanan.”

He kissed the crease of her hip and chuckled. “You stole my line. You’re a goddess, Gwen. You are love and lust and beauty. I love you. I want to give you everything. Starting with the best orgasm of your life.”

He pulled her away from the wall and, still on his knees, walked her to the bed. There, he urged her to sit and spread her thighs, his hands on her knees. As she opened for him, Gwen’s heart jumped to her throat, anticipation making her skin tingle.

Rafael smirked at her as he kissed up her thigh. He skipped over her core to her other thigh, kissing his way down as his fingers moved to her. He pushed one finger inside of her while his thumb circled her clit. Gwen’s fingers dug into the blankets beneath her as she gazed at her husband, her mate, and Alpha.

“Fuck me,” she ordered.

Rafael snorted into her skin. “Gwen!”

“What? I want you, Rafael. Don’t tease me,” she begged.

His dark eyes glinted as he smirked. “Ahhh, well, just for that, I’m going to have to tease. You realize that? I’m going to have to bring you to climax before I—as you so eloquently demand—fuck you.”

Gwen shivered as he kissed up her thigh again. “Maybe I did it on purpose to get you to eat me out.”

“We both know you don’t need tricks for that, love.”

Before she could argue or tease, he was pressing his face into her. His tongue flicked out, snapping across her clit. Gwen gasped, jolting, and fell back. Rafael pushed her legs further apart as he worked his magic, her clit soon throbbing with sensitivity beneath his attentions.

“Rafael,” she groaned, writhing on the bed as his mouth worked her, tongue alternatively flicking and thrusting. Her hands dug into his hair, and it took all her self-restraint not to tug on it. “Rafael, I need you.”

“Not yet,” he said. His voice rumbled into her, the vibration making her tighten even further.

Her back arched as everything inside of her tightened. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Rafael’s bulk between them stopped it. It was too good, too intense as she cried out. The first wave trembled on the edge, and her breath caught in her throat. Heat swept through her, and everything released all at once. Wave after wave washed over her while Rafael continued working her, eking out the orgasm. When he was finally satisfied, he crawled up the bed, kissing and licking her skin as he moved up.

As the shockwaves wore themselves out, Gwen kissed Rafael’s shoulder and chest, letting herself come down from the pleasure. He was still hard, having denied himself. Panting, pleased, and utterly satisfied, Gwen stretched her arms aboveher head. Rafael nuzzled her breast, and she settled closer to him again.

“That,” she said, “was amazing. We’re really good at this.”

Rafael laughed, nipping her collarbone now. “We really are. But you know what they say—things can always get better.”

He rolled her onto her back, nudging her legs apart again. This time, he sank into her with a groan, her body readily accepting him and eager for more pleasure. Gwen laughed, welcoming his closeness. Oh, yes. Things would only get better. That much, she was certain of.

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