Page 21 of At Midnight

With that, he moved his hand and plunged into her, filling her so aggressively that she arched off the bed, trying not cry out. His hardness shoved inside her, and his hips ground into her softness.

He took her hard, riding her. That was the only word for it,riding.His long stride drove inside her like he was pushing her to go faster, run harder, propelling her toward a cliff to fling herselfover.

Flicka met and matched him, taking his body as he moved over her, his hips thrusting and pounding against her.

Beside her ear, he whispered, “Can you hear me?”

Flicka tried to answer, and her moan became a panted, repeated,“Yes, yes, yes.”

Raphael bit her neck, a bright spark of pain that spiraled through her body and made her leap as he lunged into her. “If you find a time where youcan slip away, go. If you can take Alina with you, take her. Contact Wulfram. He’ll come for you. He’ll take Alina. It’s all been arranged. If you can,run.”

She turned her head, seeking his ear, and the room spun as he bucked his hips against her. “But they’ll kill you.”

“They’ll try.” His skin slapped hers. “They’ll walk into my office with guns drawn. If they do, I’ll know you’re gone andsafe, and I’ll be able to do anything to take them down and get away. If you’re safe, I can escape. So if you can,run.”

“And I’ve been training my whole life for this, right? All those times that I dodged my security to take a walk in the park, alone?”

“If you can get away and take Alina with you, I will take back every, single thing I ever said about you going on your walkabouts,” he growled.“Run, Flicka.Take Alina and run.”

Raphael shoved into her harder, pounding her body with his, as her core tightened. She flailed, grasping at his shoulders and hair, running her nails over his skin.

His surging body and male scent and rough skin overwhelmed her.

Flicka came apart in a burst of ecstasy and white light that filled her as Raphael moved in her body.

His rhythm quickened, andhe thrust up into her with those last few strokes of instinct seeking oblivion. His hoarse shout echoed in her ears as his body trembled in her arms.

After a moment, his arms and legs curled inward closing around her like a shield.

He whispered, “Remember what I said. If you find an opening, take Alina andrun.”

Flicka nodded and held him tightly in her arms.