Page 50 of Devil’s Azalea (Nightshades #3)

RAFAEL

My cock is hard as fuck as I make myself at home between her thighs. Every nerve in my body is firing. I drag my hand up the silky expanse of her inner thigh, my fingers burning a trail across her heated skin until I reach that perfect junction where her legs meet.

She collapses on her back on the bed with a low, breathy moan, and I wrap my arm beneath her ass, hauling her closer with the need to smell her. To drown in her. I lower my face towards her center, my eyes sliding shut as her erotic and mouth-watering scent invades my senses.

She’s a fucking dream.

I reopen my eyes, enjoying the way her wet cream lace panties cling to her. Every curve is perfectly outlined—the soft folds, the swell of her clit—and my lips part hungrily. I blow a soft breath across the damp fabric, and she jolts beneath me, making my cock strain painfully against my pants.

Christ, I’m already losing my mind and I haven’t even started.

Leaning down, I drag my lips over her lace-covered labia. The contact is feather-light, barely there, but she groans my name like I’ve just given her everything she’s ever wanted.

My tongue darts out to taste my lips, and I nearly come undone as her essence explodes across my taste buds. More. I need more. I turn my face into her inner thigh, dragging my nose down her heated flesh before pressing a kiss to her skin.

Goosebumps erupt over her body, and I don’t miss the shiver that works through her. I move to her other thigh and kiss it too, this time letting my tongue out to roll sensually against her skin.

She gasps and her hands drop to my head, her fingers massaging my scalp in a way that makes every nerve ending tingle. My balls draw up tight, and I can feel my release climbing dangerously close to the surface.

Enough teasing.

I set into her, sucking her clit into my mouth through her panties. Her cry breaks the air, splintering the fragile control I’m clinging to. With one finger, I hook the fabric and pull it aside, exposing her to my hungry gaze.

My throat tightens as I admire the weeping pink flesh I so desperately want to bury myself inside. Patience . I drag my tongue up the center of her pussy in one long, decadent stroke, lingering at her swollen clit, grazing it lightly with my teeth.

“Rafael!” Her hands fist in my hair as she arches back.

“You’re so fucking sweet, piccola . I want this dessert spread out and waiting for me on my bed every fucking night from now on.”

I don’t wait for her response before diving back in, giving her cunt a proper French kiss, my tongue lapping up the wetness in her folds greedily. Emilia babbles incoherently above me, writhing and pulling at my hair so hard it borders on pain.

The sting drags me back from the edge, sharpening my awareness, and stops me from coming in my pants like some teenager.

I flatten my tongue against her, moving slowly and deliberately, savoring her undiluted responses. Her breathy moans. The way her fingers twitch in my hair. How her body arches and pleads.

I work her to the edge then pull back, just for the sweet torture of it.

“ Rafael, ” she groans, tugging at my hair. “Please…”

But I keep working her, alternating between slow, languid strokes on her clit and firm, relentless circles around her hole.

I do this over and over until she’s thrashing mindlessly beneath me, her brain turned to mush as she whispers in a mixture of broken English and Italian, begging me to let her come in both languages.

My cock throbs in my pants, threatening to blow before I even get inside her. So I stop fucking around and drop one hand from her thigh to dip a finger inside her, then another. She’s scorching hot and silky soft, her walls clenching around my digits like she never wants to let me go.

Fuck . “You’re so hot and soft and snug and dripping.” My cock aches with jealousy, desperate to be where my fingers are. “I can’t wait to feel this tight little cunt strangling my dick.”

She gasps and arches up, encouraging me with wordless moans and the rock of her hips against my hand. I add my tongue to the mix, drawing her swollen clitoris into my mouth and lashing it with my stiffened tongue while I curl my fingers inside her just right.

Her entire body goes rigid for a heartbeat, then she moans my name like a whispered prayer, and I know I’ve got her. I suck harder on her clit and she fucking screams my name this time, bucking up so violently my fingers almost slip out of her.

I press my free hand to her shaking belly, holding her down as I work her through every last wave of her pleasure until she just lay there, utterly spent. Utterly mine .

Only then do I ease away, withdrawing my fingers and lifting my mouth from her sensitive flesh. I’m licking my fingers clean when she opens those sultry honey eyes, staring at me with the most beautifully dazed, blissed-out expression I’ve ever seen.

I smirk down at her. “I’m not done with you yet, amorina .”

Fingers clean, I wipe them on my pants as I strip naked in record time, then stretch out on top of her, settling between her thighs.

“I need to fucking make up for every single day of the decade we lost. I need you to wrap those pretty legs around me as I sink into you. I need you to moan my name in that breathy way that drives me insane and fucking beg me to fuck you harder. I want your nails marking my back, your pussy strangling my cock when you come all over me. Can you do that for me, amorina ?”

“ Yes, ” she moans breathily, and my cock jerks against her thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum on her skin that somehow makes me even harder.

“Good girl.” I grab my aching cock, aim the tip at her entrance, and slowly feed her wet, tight cunt inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt. The feeling of being inside her again after all these years is almost overwhelming. She’s snug and hot and perfect.

I pull back and thrust in again, setting a slow, deep rhythm. “ Oh God, ” Emilia groans, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You feel so good. So good. So good.”

“Not God, baby. Rafael,” I correct, nibbling along her jaw. “And I am all yours .” She moans and lifts her legs, wrapping them around my waist exactly the way I asked, and the movement makes her cunt go impossibly tighter around me.

Fuck .

Blood circulation to my brain cuts off, my body becoming nothing but raw pleasure and need. It’s so fucking good my throat works but no words come out. Then some primitive instinct takes over, and my careful, controlled pace shatters.

I start thrusting faster, harder, until it’s like I’m in a fucking sprint towards oblivion. She moans beneath me, each sound like a whip urging me to go even faster, deeper, harder. I grab her ass tightly, my hips flexing in short, savage jabs as I fuck her with everything I have.

My thighs begin to tremble, my spine tingling with my approaching release.

An even more punishing pace takes over, hips whipping until she’s yelling my name to the fucking ceiling.

I follow her over the edge, coming faster than I’ve ever done in my life.

I bury my cock as deep as it will go as my cum shoots out of me in violent pulses, desperate to plant it inside her as my vision blacks out.

Take it, take it, take it, take it…

When my senses return, I realize I've collapsed over her, pressing her body deep into the mattress, our bodies still intimately joined. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I rub a hand over my face as I lift my weight off her. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Her voice is a little hoarse, but she doesn’t seem bothered. She stretches her arms over her head languidly, and my eyes immediately go to her bandaged forearm. My chest tightens with fierce possession. She’s fucking mine now, marked inside and out.

Reluctantly, I withdraw from her warmth, and she sighs softly at the loss. I watch for a moment, completely entranced, as my cum starts to slip out of her. “Are you on birth control?”

“Of course,” she answers softly. It’s not the answer I want to hear.

My shoulders tense with frustration as I get up and stalk to the bathroom. I grab a clean towel from the drawer and run it under hot water, trying to get my emotions under control before I go back to her. When I return, I gently clean between her legs.

“You’re going to get off it,” I grumble.

“ Que ?” She chuckles, amused by her own Spanish slip. But her mirth fades when she sees I’m not joking. “Are you serious?”

I wordlessly get up from her side and walk back to the bathroom, every muscle in my body coiled with tension now as I toss the dirty towel into the laundry hamper. The casual way she laughed off my demand sets my teeth on edge.

This isn’t a fucking joke. I want children with her. I want everything with her.

“I fail to see what’s so funny about this,” I say as I return to the bedroom. “You’re thirty years old. Don’t you want kids?”

She sits up slowly, studying me like I’m a bomb about to explode. Which, honestly, isn’t far from the truth. The thought of tampering with her birth control crosses my mind—it worked for Michael with his wife, didn’t it? She got over her anger eventually.

But Emilia isn’t Michael’s wife. She’s stronger, smarter, more stubborn…

“Before you think about tampering with my birth control,” she says, and I freeze because fuck, she knows me too well, “you should consider the reason we got married this fast. To protect me from danger.”

Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water, dousing my caveman instincts with cold reality. She’s right, and I hate that she’s right. She’s in danger right now. Until we eliminate the threat, trying for a baby would be selfish and stupid.

When the fuck did she become so logical?

“But do you eventually want kids?” I ask as I slip into bed, needing to know that she at least wants the same future I do .

She immediately rolls into my side, resting her cheek on my chest and smoothing her hand up and down over my skin. “Of course, I do. The timing just isn’t right.”