Page 128 of Monsters Carve Thrones

His hand slid down my stomach, then lower, cupping me with fingers that knew exactly how to wreck me.

“Rafe–” I gasped, my head falling back as he pushed two fingers inside me with agonizing precision. “Shit–”

“You like this?” he whispered against my jaw, trailing his lips down my neck. “You like me fucking you with my fingers while the others wait for dinner just down the hall?”

I whimpered, gripping his biceps for balance as he slowly pumped into me, curling his fingers just right. But before he went too far, he reached for the soap and lathered it between his hands. I sighed heavily when he dragged them up over my hips, across my ribs, and then higher. He cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples as they peaked under the heat of his touch. Bubbles slid down my skin as he massaged them, groaning against my throat.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered. “You make the prettiest noises when you’re like this… dripping wet and desperate.”

I tried to reach for him, my hand sliding down between us to stroke him in return, but he caught my wrist.

“Uh-uh,” he said, shaking his head, his voice dark and full of sin. “I’m saving it. For later. For when I’ve got you in bed with no one to interrupt.”

The thought alone made me tremble. “You’re saving it?” I panted.

“Every drop,” he rasped, kissing me hard and plunging two fingers back inside me. “Foryou.I want you to be full of me by the end of the night.”

A little squeak worked its way out of my throat as his teeth scraped my neck. His fingers worked faster now, relentlessly. His forehead rested against mine, droplets dripping from his hair onto my cheeks as I clenched around him. His muscular arm flexed with every perfect movement.

“Oh myGod,” I moaned, barely able to breathe. His cock brushed my thigh, and all I wanted was to feel it stretch me out. But, his fingers... his skilled fucking fingers…

“That’s it,” he growled. “Come for me, little doe. Make a mess all over my hand, baby.”

And I did–shaking, crying out, my nails digging into his shoulder as my body unraveled.

He kissed me through it, groaning as he felt me tighten around his fingers. He shoved me against the tiles as if his restraint was breaking. He slowed his movements, his eyes rolling back as he felt what he had just done to me.

“Fuck,” he rasped, pumping his fingers a few more times. “It’s so hard to finger you because all I can think about is how tight and ready you are for me.” Then he slipped his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them in without hesitation, tasting me, locking eyes with mine as his mouth curled into a devilish smirk.

“You’re not done,” he whispered. “That was just a preview.”

And fuck, I couldn’t wait for the main event.

***

Dinner was finally delivered, along with a couple more bottles of red wine. We gathered around the table in the suite’s small dining area, everyone laughing and relaxed, the heaviness of our mission momentarily suspended.

Laura grinned at me over the rim of her glass, her tone light and wicked. “You two were gone for a while.”

I took a sip of wine, trying not to choke. “Just showered.”

“Sure,” she drawled, shooting me a wink. “Showered. That’s why you came back all flushed and glowing like a fucking honeymoon bride.”

Nico chuckled beside her, his tattooed hand resting casually on her knee as he forked a roasted potato. “Leave them alone, babe.”

“I’m just saying,” Laura added, turning to Kieran across the table. “We all know what a shower quickie looks like.”

Kieran didn’t look up from his plate. “I didn’t want to say anything, but I heard the water pressure struggling.”

Everyone burst out laughing. My face went hot, but I laughed too, caught somewhere between mortified and smug.

Rafe, of course, was completely unbothered. He leaned back casually in his chair beside me, his plate half-finished, wine almost gone. One of his hands found my bare arm, fingers lightly tracing slow, deliberate circles there. Gentle. Idle.

Deceptive.

I was mid-sip when he leaned in, his mouth barely brushing the edge of my ear.

“You need to be quiet when I fuck you tonight,” he murmured so low I almost thought I imagined it. “But I’m going to make it really… really hard for you.”