Page 67 of Happily Ever After

“I can’t believe I got you back,” he whispered, blinking lazily. “When I was in that warehouseand the guns were pointed at my head, I thought I’d never see you again. All I wanted was to touch you again, to kiss you again. You’re my whole world, Flicka. You’re everything to me.”

Flicka leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. “I’m right here in your arms. Stop dreamingand take me.”

He chuckled and dipped for a moment, grabbing her thin ankle. As he stood, he slid his hand up theback of her leg and lifted her calf, wrapping her leg around his hip and opening her to him. “God yes,now.”

“So quickly?” he asked. “I like it rough and hard, but never quick.”

“They might be onto us.” Her voice caught in her throat. “They might turn the corner and see us, screwing against the wall.”

His hand was still on her breast, and his thumb traced lazy circles around her nipple throughthe thin silk of her dress. “Good,” he said. “Let them watch.”

Flicka contracted internally and groaned, almost closing her eyes at the thought of it.

Raphael smiled and licked his lips. “Is it not just adrenaline? Are you an exhibitionist, myDurchlauchtig?”

“Cameras have been snapping at me my whole life. People have stared at me every time I’ve gone out. Why not this, too?”

Raphael slippedhis fingers around her ass cheek and inside the elastic of her panties, and his fingertip grazed her sensitive skin there. “I know just the place. There are rooms with tables, and people will watch us through the windows. I’ll take you hard with all those men watching us, and the men will wish they were me.”

Flicka’s head swam with delirium. “Promise you will.”

“Oh, I will.” He touched her moredeeply, running his thumb in little circles around her clit.

Tension built in her as she breathed his scent, his body already warming hers in the crisp December air.

It wasn’t just the promise of another dirty screw later. It was the promise of a future, a time when they would be so safe that they would play at danger again. She’d almost lost him. Some part of her—the grieving child who hadlost her mother and a brother she’d never known to death and believed that death would come for everyone she loved—grappled with his return to life and her arms. It was a miracle. He wasn’t dead, and neither was she, and they might have a life together.

A dirty, sex-filled life.

His thumb never left her clit, but one of his other fingers dipped inside her, rubbing her opening.

Another fingerstretched back to delicately stroke her asshole.

Flicka gasped, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

Raphael whispered, his warm breath brushing her ear, “I’ll tie you up with your ass in the air, and I’ll shove myself into you as I play with your asshole and your clit until you scream in front of all of them.”

His fingers were doing just that, and Flicka couldn’t stop a soft moan. She tippedher hips forward, getting close.

Raphael fumbled with his pants with one hand, keeping his other hand on her breast. His fingers grasped and moved down, and he pinched her nipple as he pushed himself inside of her, stretching her as he crammed himself in.

Flicka arched, her body so full of him, on the verge of crying out.

She couldn’t cry out.

She bit her lip as Raphael held her hips withone arm under her ass, grinding up into her.

He reached down and grabbed her other leg, flipping it around his waist and shoving her against the brick wall. Flicka grabbed him harder to her, holding onto his shoulders while he drilled into her.

“Yes,”she whispered, her eyes squeezed closed as he rocked his hips into her, letting her weight rub her clit down the roughness of him.

He bit herneck, a sharp crack of pain through the desperate friction between them, and Flicka gasped as she dug her fingers into his back, bending her neck to rest her forehead on his shoulder as the waves took her. The alley and the train and the running and the fear disappeared, and she gasped at the light spiraling up her spine to her head.

As her body rippled around his hardness, he pushed up insideher, instinct taking over. His breath warmed her shoulder as he grunted and strained, his arms crushing her as he shook.

As he panted, his body slowly uncoiling, he whispered in her ear, “I’ll keep you safe. No matter what I have to do, I’ll never let them take you again.”

“I want to be with you,” Flicka said, gasping as the world and the cold came back. “Even if we have to go somewhere, evenif we’re in hiding far away, I don’t want to be away from you. I thought you were gone. I thought you were dead. I was trying to trust that you were alive. I was trying to believe in you, but I was so afraid.”