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Resting my hands on his chest, his heart thundered hard and strong. Breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips over his stubble and down his neck.

I skimmed my mouth over his neck, tasting his skin. I dropped down to my knees and heat flared in his eyes. I stared up at him and the deep hunger in his eyes matched the one I felt in the pit of my stomach.

Anticipation danced down my spine along with uncertainty. I wasn’t as experienced as I let on and I didn’t want to disappoint him. As ridiculous as that sounded. I worked his belt open and the metal clang of it sent my pulse into overdrive. The moment his pants were undone, I wrapped my hand around his hard length. He was smooth and warm, hard and thick. My mouth watered, my need urging me to taste him.

Leaning forward, I licked him from base to tip and his groan filled the air. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as if he worried I’d stop. I licked him again, keeping my eyes on his face. Another groan escaped him and it sent a hum of satisfaction through me. My thighs clenched together and the aching pulse between my legs intensified.

I ran my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking it into my mouth. His head fell back with a grunted, “Fuck.”

I sucked him again, deeper and gliding up and down. His pre-cum tasted salty and musky. I loved it, inhaling it deep into my lungs

His hand on my hair shifted to the side and he moved my head, controlling the rhythm. Up and down, deeper and harder. My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned around his shaft. He was thrusting in, hard and untamed. And I let him use my mouth for his own pleasure.

“Look at me,” he ordered roughly and my gaze flicked up, eager to please him.

He pushed himself deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I took more of him inside, hollowing my cheeks. Using his hold on my hair, he pushed his cock deeper and I relaxed my throat to allow him to deep-throat me. His grunts spurred me on, making me eager to make him lose control. His lids dropped and his rhythm slowed but I kept sucking him eagerly. I basked in the sounds of his pleasure, those low grunts and deep groans. It enhanced my own excitement and turned me on.

His breaths came out heavy and he watched me with a half-lidded heavy gaze. I eagerly bobbed my head and with a groan, he pulled me away from him.

I blinked in confusion, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What’s the matter?”

“Our first time, I’m gonna spill in your pussy, not your pretty, smart mouth, Reina.”

I flushed, his words setting me aflame and I bit my lip to stop a moan from escaping me.

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

I scrambled to my feet, then slipped my dress off. His big hands skimmed over my skin, the touch possessive. Nobody could say that Raphael Santos didn’t go after what he wanted. The way his gaze traveled over me made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

His palm skimmed over my neck, down my chest and lingered over my breast. He grabbed a nipple in his fingers, squeezed it and then twisted it. Then his mouth latched onto my breast and a flame shot through my bloodstream. The way he touched me was hungry and urgent, rough and consuming, feeding my own fire.

Both of my hands came up and buried in his hair as he sucked and nipped every inch of my neck.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered and I scrambled to obey as he discarded his own clothes. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes glued to him, hungry to see every inch of him. And I wasn’t disappointed.

Good God, every single inch of this man was gorgeous. Perfect. I thought I’d combust just from watching him. He hadn’t even fucked me yet and I was already falling at his feet.

A thought pierced through my lust-fused brain.

I should tell him. Yes, so far panic hadn’t set in, but usually it was the actual act that made me go into a panic attack.

“Raphael,” I rasped, shudders rolling down my spine. “I-I have to tell you something.”

His rock-hard cock pulsed, straining for me but he instantly stilled.

“Did I hurt you?”

It was those four little words that changed everything for me.

ChapterThirty-Seven

RAPHAEL

“Did I hurt you?”

If I had, I’d fucking cut my dick off. Touching her felt so good, I lost my head. I got so drunk off her scent that I let my hunger for her overwhelm all my senses.

“Sailor, did I hurt you?” I repeated, the unfamiliar worry and regret inching its way into my heart.