Page 87 of Raphael

She shook her head, but something was worrying her. She bit her lower lip, her eyes looking anywhere but me.Fuck.

I reached for my boxers, but her next word froze me. “Umm, I’ve never done this before.”

My hand still on the boxers, I was certain I misunderstood. I straightened up, everything forgotten but the woman sitting next to me. She looked like a goddess from a renaissance painting. Her long, silvery blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her light blue eyes locked on me as she continued nibbling on her lower lip.

“I didn’t hear that right,” I grunted, my dick still hard. I couldn't possibly have understood her right. Sailor was gorgeous. There wasn’t a single man that could resist a woman like that.

“Umm-” She pushed her hands through her hair, then met my gaze. Her cheeks were still flushed from the orgasm she just experienced.

“Don’t laugh,” she warned, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “If you do, I swear, Raphael, I’ll kill you.”

“I won’t laugh,” I promised. There’d be no way I understood her right. Diablo didn’t get that lucky.

I watched the delicate lines of her neck bob as she swallowed, then her shoulders straightened as if she needed courage to say the next words.

“I never went all the way before,” she sighed. “Aaron and I were more platonic than anything. We tried, but I…” She cleared her throat, then took a deep breath and exhaled. “I freaked out or something.”

¡Santa Madre De Dios!

My blood rushed to my head. Fucking both of them. My dick twitched eager to feel her pussy around me. Those words were like a siren’s song to my dick.

“You’re a virgin?” I repeated, just to make sure I understood her right.

“Yes.”

My hands wrapped around her tiny waist and I gently pushed her back against the mattress. Her skin appeared paler against me, her hair even whiter against my skin. Her lightness to my darkness. An angel and a devil.

I didn’t give a fuck. I would kill anyone that touched her or tried to take her away from me.

“Mi amor,” I murmured softly. She blushed; which told me she understood my words in Colombian.

My finger lightly traced the outline of her soft lips, parting them. Her tongue brushed against it, and my cock was ready for her pussy. It has been ready for her from the moment I spotted her. Her fingers curled around my biceps, her wedding ring a smaller version of mine. Black onyx. I thought she’d opt for diamonds but not this woman. When I asked her what kind of ring and stone she wanted. Her answer was, “The one that matches yours.”

Our union started in an unconventional way but I’d keep her safe. I’d make her happy. I’d fucking love her until my last breath and even in my death, I was sure my black soul would search for her.

“I’ll go slow,” I murmured my promise, slowly trailing my finger over her soft skin, from her neck, over her breast, ribs, flat stomach to her core. “If it hurts or you’re not comfortable at any point, you just say the word.”

Her gaze lowered between our bodies. “Won’t it be hard to stop?”

“For you, no.” Fuck, it would be, but I’d rather suffer a thousand deaths than see fear in her eyes or hurt her. “I’ll stop whenever you need me to.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

My finger circled her clit and her eyelids fluttered shut, her body responding in shivers as I slowly slid my finger inside her. She was soaking wet. Her sweet moan filled the room, the sound was one of the most beautiful melodies I’d ever heard.

“Open your eyes, Reina,” I demanded. Her eyes flashed to meet my gaze. “I want you to look at your diablo as I make you come.”

Our gazes locked, a blazing desire in her crystal pools that matched my own burning in my soul. I’d wanted to steal her soul, her heart. But the angel tricked me. She stole mine instead. She became my heaven. My salvation. My everything.

“Please, Raphael,” she pleaded and I instantly tensed. “I ache for you,” she added, arching her body into my touch and watching me through her lust-filled eyes.

She was fucking perfect.

I pushed my finger into her, her legs parting for me. I watched her teeth bite at her lower lip. I was dying to taste her again. I worked my finger in and out of her and watched her facial expression turn euphoric as her moans became louder and my name on her lips like a whispered prayer.

Jesus! I could blow my load just watching her like this. Ruining my virgin wife who was slick with desire and tempting her with my darkness and sinful pleasures.

Her scent, her moans ignited this obsession that blazed through my veins, this need to possess her. I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy and a protesting whimper left her lips.