Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Rafe’s groan filled the bedroom, and my lower belly clenched with desire.
I wrapped my hand around the base of him and fisted it while I sucked. I found my rhythm quickly, growing more and more turned on as Rafe’s pleasure intensified. His chest heaved and his thighs were taut as his hips pumped upward, thrusting in and out of my mouth and fist.
“Star, baby.” He gasped, and I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for my own relief. “Stop . . . baby . . . stop.”
I lifted my head at his rough plea and straddled him. “You want inside me instead?”
“I need inside you instead.” He dipped his fingers between my legs, feeling how ready I was. “And you need me too.”
I did need him.
That was what was so scary.
I wrapped my hands around him, bringing him to my center, and pushed down on him. He filled me up so full, so overwhelming, every time.
“Star.” He grunted, face etched with pleasure-pain as he grabbed my hips, his fingers biting into my skin, and my eyes flew open at his touch. “You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good every time.” His words echoed my own thoughts. “How’s that possible? How’s it possible you feel this good?” He didn’t want answers, he was just muttering in mindless arousal.
I slowly rode him.
There was nothing else in the world but Rafe’s eyes gazing into mine, the feel of his fevered skin beneath my touch, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me up and down him, the sounds of my pants, his groans.
The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me, but I forced myself to ride him slowly. To love him with my body. Rafe must have had the same thought because suddenly I was flipped onto my back.
“Babe,” I gasped, the word swallowed in his deep, passionate kiss. I curled my fingers in his hair, kissing him back like I needed his kiss to breathe. A hand slipped between my legs. His thumb circled my clit, and I whimpered into his mouth. Rafe took over the kiss while I sighed and panted and murmured his name, my hips pushing into his touch.
My thighs trembled.
My stomach tightened.
Rafe’s thumb slicked over me and took me right over the edge.
As my body succumbed to the powerful orgasm, Rafe scattered kisses down my body, stopping a while at my breasts to kiss and lick and suck. I was primed from that alone as he kissed his way down my stomach and then pushed open my thighs.
My back bowed off the bed as his tongue circled my clit. I watched him between my legs, his eyes on mine as he sucked on my clit, licked, thrust his tongue into me, all until I was a writhing, flushed puddle of want beneath him. Our neighbors beyond the bedroom wall probably heard my cry of release as my climax hit.
I’d barely recovered when Rafe crawled over me and pinned my hands above my head. Face etched with hard desire, he thrust inside me, and my inner muscles clamped around him greedily.
“Fuck!” Rafe pumped slow but hard, his fingers lacing with mine and holding me down so I was completely at his mercy. To my amazement, the pressure grew inside me again.
I moved my hips against his drives, and this seemed to lead to his complete loss of control.
Rafe released my hands and got onto his knees, gripping my thighs, opening them wider. And then he pounded into me. Holy shit. I teetered on the edge of another epic orgasm.
“Take everything.” Rafe’s words were guttural, rough, husky, sexy. “I’m yours, baby, take everything I have.”
I came on a scream.
And I knew it was his words that pushed me over the edge.
Rafe’s eyes widened as I squeezed around him, the orgasm hitting me fiercely and doing so for him too. He made a choked sound of awe and his hips stuttered, the muscles in his neck corded, and his teeth gritted. Then he collapsed over me as he throbbed with release inside me.
“Fuck, Star, fuck.” His chest heaved and he released his bruising grip on my thighs to fall to my side. Then I was in his arms again as we tried to catch our breath.
“You understand, right?” Rafe asked in a quiet rumble after a few minutes had passed.
I lifted my head to meet his gaze. Because . . . understand what?
He saw my confusion and I thought I saw a flash of disappointment in his face, but if it had been there, he kissed me as if it hadn’t.
“Rafe?” I whispered once our lips parted.
“Go to sleep, baby. It’s been a long day.”
Because it had been just that, I closed my eyes and decided to dwell only on the bliss of our spectacular lovemaking, and not on the sensation of dread that had been desperate to take over me for the last few weeks.