Page 136 of Raphael

I took steps towards him, closing the gap between us. Truth was that I needed him. He was my life - breathing his air and his scent so effortlessly consumed me that I never saw him coming nor felt him inch his way into my heart.

With my heartbeat in my throat and a shiver rolling down my spine, my hand reached for him. He didn’t move, watching me with that flame in his blue gaze. Hesitation stopped my fingers before tangling in that coal dark hair. I had never wanted someone so much that just the thought of losing him had me bleeding on the inside.

I loved my sister. I loved my son. But Raphael - everything about him - tugged at my heart and my very soul. Every inch of my body burned for him. I didn’t want to spend any more time apart.

I was his. For better or for worse.

My breaths came out short as I forced my leg between his slightly parted ones. He watched me like a hungry wolf but still refused to move.

He wanted me to be certain that this was it. He was giving me a final choice to choose him. I’d always choose him.

Him. Our son. Our children.

“I want to come back,” I murmured. “If you still want me.”

My breaths and the drumming of my heart fluttered in the air before silence liquefied them.

It might have been the most vulnerable I had ever felt. Showing him that I want him and risked rejection. But living with regret was a worse alternative.

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” I murmured, closing the distance between us and brushing my hand across his neck and into the thick hair at his nape. “Because life without you is empty. Because you and Gabriel are my family. My everything.”

He parted his legs, I kicked off my pink flats and I stepped between them. His eyes met mine, the blaze inside them consuming me.

My fingers laced through the soft strands, gripping a handful. A heady warmth poured off him and absorbed it into my bloodstream. My nails scraped over his scalp and he let out a soft rumble.

His gaze met mine. Deep and consuming. “Finally, Reina,” he rasped, his gaze filling with something dark and sinful. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Ditto.”

I felt the intensity of his relief in his soft, feather-like touch as his hands skimmed up my thighs. My pulse jump started like a battery on an old car. He made me feel alive. My breasts were sensitive and bare beneath my shirt, heavy and tight, and so close to his face that my skin tightened needing his mouth on them. Only he could relieve this pressure inside me.

His fingers grew firmer on my thighs, gripping the flesh, caressing it. His touch felt so good, his palms heating my skin. His heat burned through my skin, my pussy throbbing with the need for more of his touch. His every squeeze sent a thrum between my legs, settling into an empty ache and I swallowed the moan bubbling in my throat.

“I missed you so much, my diablo,” I whispered softly. He stilled, my admission dancing in the air. “I dreamt of you every night.” My breaths came out ragged and shallow while he remained silent. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

His grip on my skin tightened. “No more leaving me,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Never,” I murmured. “I’m yours forever. And you’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours from the moment we danced,” he rasped.

The haze in the air began to thicken with every inhale and each brush of my body against his. His hands inched beneath my shorts, gripping the handful of my ass and his palms squeezing it firmly.

“Raphael,” I moaned with a throaty sigh as he kneaded the flesh. His rough touch was the only one that could ever do this to me. His rough palms felt right against my soft skin. Wetness, hot and slick, pooled between my legs and my fingers curled in his hair as my body leaned into him, like his was my only thread to life.

“Are you sure, Reina?” I knew what he meant. “We can wait.”

He was being careful with me, but I was done with being careful. I needed him to know how much I wanted him.

“Yes,” I said with a vehemence that surprised both of us. “I know you got me.“

He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them downwards. My body hummed with need, his palms rough all the way down to my ankles. I raised one leg, then the other while his face was so close to my hot center that I could feel his hot breath against it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words,” he grunted against my core.

I curved my back, the throbbing ache unbearable. I needed his mouth on my pussy.