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RAFFAELE

H er silky dress pools around her waist as I shove between her legs and shove her down onto the table with as much strength as I dare. Her cheeks flush crimson and her eyes, previously as blue as the nearby ocean, turn black with desire.

My heart pounds.

My cock hardens the second she wraps her legs around my waist and tightens them, drawing me so close that the heat radiating from her pussy soaks straight through the thin fabric of my pants.

Who am I to deny such a request?

Who am I to resist when the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen pours into my lap with such a demand?

Leaning over her, I plant one hand on the table beside her head and claim her mouth in a deep, biting kiss. She gasps and arches her back off the table, arching like the curve of a bow and pressing her breasts up against my bare chest.

Every touch is electric. Heat sears against my skin where her hands clutch at my shoulders and graze down my arms. She rocks down against my hard cock, and a needy smile spreads across her lips.

“What are you waiting for?”

Should I do this?

Given what she’s been through, would it be right to entertain her or better to deny her?

Rejecting her when she’s making such a bold choice would surely do more harm than good.

And I don’t want to reject her.

I want her.

I want to feel her against me.

I want to hear all the sounds I can draw from her. I want to watch the exact moment I nudge her over the edge into orgasm and watch as she falls apart because of me.

So I kiss her again. Cradling her face, I caress her chin with my thumb and deepen the kiss by thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Her hands graze down to my waist where her nails dig into the softer flesh there, then she pushes insistently at the hem of my pants.

“Tell me,” I murmur against her lips. “Tell me again what you want.”

Adelina moans softly, a sweet sound bubbling at the back of her throat. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Again.” I kiss her deeper.

“Fuck me.”

“Again.” I break the kiss and trail open-mouthed kisses and nibbles down her throat.

She tilts her head back against the table and when she moans, it vibrates faintly against my lips.

“ Fuck me,” she gasps. “ Please .”

Her begging brings my cock to full hardness, and nothing would satisfy me better than sinking into her tight, wet heat this instant. But not yet.

My path of kisses takes me over the swell of her breasts where I tug her sundress to the side, exposing her stiff nipples to the warm night air. Each one suffers under my tongue—I lick, suck, and nibble just hard enough to make her jolt and rock beneath me. Then I kiss down the length of her gorgeous body and disappear under her dress.

The warmth between her silky soft thighs is divine, but not as divine as the first taste of her sweetness as her juices burst over my tongue. Burying against her pussy, my mind quiets and I focus on finding out exactly what she responds to the most. Thrusting my tongue inside her doesn’t elicit much as a pleasure response, but pressing my tongue flat over her clit does. Several strokes, and it’s clear she’s more sensitive to the left of her clit, so I focus most of my pressure there with each lick through her wet folds.

Her thighs close rhythmically around my head and her hands scrabble for grip in my hair. She finds it with a groan and pulls hard enough to send a spark of thrills down my spine. So I press harder against her pussy, smothering myself in her juices as my tongue switches between flat and pointed with no real pattern. Each switch makes her whimper, each swipe of my tongue makes her moan, and when I focus solely on soft, repeated flicks directly on her clit, she whimpers like all the air is being stolen from her.

Adelina comes with a loud, strained cry that ends up muffled as she locks her legs around my head and rides out her pleasure. I caress her thighs and stroke the soft skin of her backside, holding her the best I can until the release of pleasure makes her sag down against the table and she relaxes with a gasp.

Rising, my pants fall from my hips and I lean back over her, only this time, when I go to kiss her, she plants her hands on my chest and keeps me at forearm length. I don’t fight it. The kiss is brief and sweet. Her face is flushed with pleasure, and sweat makes her glisten under the low, golden light of the lamps lining the deck.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I tell her, rocking my hips forward. Her eyes widen as my cock nudges against her pussy and then slides through her slick juices. Her heat is incredible, and I’m not even inside her yet. A full-body shudder moves through her, but I don’t penetrate her just yet. I’m giving her a chance to change her mind.

She doesn’t.

I enter her in one thrust, parting her delicious body with a single powerful shove of my cock. Relaxed from her orgasm, she opens easily for me, but her pussy still grips me like a silken glove and pleasure punches through my core.

“Please,” Adelina gasps, clutching at the edge of the table with one hand while the other curls around my wrist.

I don’t make her ask again.

Shifting forward, I lift one leg and brace my knee on the table, which forces her leg up against my chest and over my shoulder. I cuddle her thigh to me and use this new angle as I start fucking her as hard as I can.

“Yes!” Adelina’s eyes widen and she yells out her pleasure, arching her gorgeous body off the table once more. The moonlight kisses her curves, and I’m jealous. I want to be the glow caressing her curves and kissing every single inch of her golden skin, but her message was clear when she kept me at a distance.

She doesn’t want to be crowded.

So I focus on fucking her, pounding as deep as I can reach at this angle. Each thrust shunts her up the table, but her grip on my arm brings her back down. Her breasts bounce and sway, her eyes widen when each of my thrusts hits just right, her hair spreads out like a red halo, and my heart pounds to a different beat as her sparkling, gemstone eyes lock on mine.

She’s one of a kind.

And she’s mine.

I kiss her calf. Our moans mingle together under the stars, weaving our own tune to the creak of the table and the breathless grunts that escape each time I need to breathe. Faster and faster, I fuck her while making sure to keep my caresses as tender as I can. Her nails dig into the soft flesh of my wrist when I place one hand down on her lower belly and apply just a touch of pressure.

“Oh, my God !” Adelina cries, and her head flies back. Her pussy clamps around me tighter than before and she clings to my forearm. “What?—”

“Ride it out,” I pant, pressing down again and forcing a subtle shift in an angle that allows me to pound right against her G-spot with every thrust.

Adelina’s moans and cries become whimpers and gasps. Pleasure coils like rings of heat inside me, and the night air against my oversensitive skin irritates me. The only thing I want to feel is her. I want to wrap myself in her, to feel her softness against me and breathe in her scent for the rest of my days.

I want her to look at me with constant desire. I want only my name on her lips like a prayer. I want to know every inch of her body and be the only thought in her mind. I want to fuck her so hard she can’t walk, until she begs for my cock because we’re so fucking perfect for one another.

I want to?—

She comes with a gasp. Her eyes flutter, her lush lips part in a round O shape, her chest rises, and her back bows as her pussy grips me like she never wants to let me go.

I never want to be let go.

Because I think I love her.

No, I know I do.

Somehow, she’s snuck under my armor and nestled beneath my ribs, filling a space I didn’t even know was there.

The realization is all I need, and after three stuttering thrusts deep inside her, I come with a cry and pump her full of my release until I’m certain she’s filled to the brim.

Only then does Adelina pull me in and allow me to kiss her again.

I obey in an instant because in this moment, it hits me.

Where Adelina is concerned, I am no longer the one in control.