No longer did I have any patience.
Three years of pent-up hunger took more than just a casual toll on a man. I was far too famished for a taste even though the hotel suite was only steps away from the elevator.
Too long.
Rafaela peered up at me as if uncertain she could trust me. Even her lower lip quivered. No, she shouldn’t trust me because I had sinful things in mind. In fact, I’d called them filthy acts that would glorify my time spent in hell.
That was fine by me. I wanted her badly enough it was worth the torture.
She was also entirely different than before, much feistier. Educated in a way that surpassed what she’d learned in college, although she’d schooled herself in Russian, her accent such that she could pass for native easily. In three years, she’d become a woman who could hold her own. But that only fueled the desire to break down all her defenses. The first act involved tasting more than just her soft lips.
Which I did again.
I wrapped my hand around her long neck, using my thumb to keep her head exactly where I wanted and I captured her mouth all over again.
As expected, she fought me.
At least at first.
Her hands were twisted around the material of my shirt, her rigid body a clear indication she wanted nothing to do with me. But I knew better. I’d seen the raging desire in her eyes on the dance floor.
As I dominated her tongue, she allowed the dance of passion, moaning only once but catching herself. But she didn’t need to make a single sound to drive me crazy. All I’d needed was the explosive heat of her body.
I honestly was thrilled she’d taken the time to find out more about me. That made altering her life that much easier. As soon as I squeezed my fingers around her neck, she drove her fist into my chest. If she thought she’d deter me, she was dead wrong.
Within seconds, she was kissing me back, exploring my mouth as I’d been doing with hers. The taste was sweet, a hint of whatever drink she’d consumed. When I heard the leash beingdropped, I knew she was finally starting to relax. If she honestly thought I’d allow her to get away from me now, she was crazy.
I kept my firm hold as she slowly crawled her fingers up my chest, rubbing my shoulder. Still so tentative. Still uncertain what I had in mind.
Why not live a little dangerously tonight? Tomorrow things would change.
She moaned again when I broke the kiss, her wide eyes a clear indication she was eagerly enjoying the seduction. But I wasn’t finished yet.
I shifted my hand to under her chin, using my thumb and rubbing it back and forth across her bottom lip. My little healer dared try to purse her lips together, as if that would stop me from taking what I wanted.
Her entire body was shaking, quivering from both unrequited passion and continued anger. I pulled her lip down with my thumb while locking eyes with hers. I was surprised when she darted her tongue out, raking it back and forth across the tip. That’s when I shoved my thumb into her mouth.
There was no need to tell her to suck. She did so easily, her long eyelashes keeping me mesmerized while she did. Dear God, she was even more beautiful.
She even made a little noise, which seemed to entice Golden. I was shocked to see her pup still with her, the only thing that had been a constant in her life. She had a story to tell and it played into what was happening.
The past colliding with the present. For tonight, I just didn’t give a shit. While I enjoyed watching her, savoring the sensationsfrom the way her tongue continuously swept back and forth, I was also far too impatient to taste even more of her.
When I pulled my thumb free, the tiny popping sound brought a laugh to her lips. By the end of the night, they’d be swollen from the hundreds of kisses. I could tell she didn’t know what to expect.
That’s why dropping to my knees in the middle of the elevator was so enticing even for a monstrous man like me. She gasped, resting her head on the elevator’s wall while gripping my shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want,” I answered and yanked up her dress, revealing the creamy thighs I’d envisioned endless times. With her thong matching the stunning silk, my cock began to ache. She was the only woman who’d had this kind of effect on me.
She wasn’t fighting me; in fact she was holding the hem of her dress against her waist. While she was still trembling, her eyes were closed and every sound she made was a clear indication she’d thought about my touch several times over the years.
The electricity continued to increase and as I rolled the rough pads of my fingers along the insides of her legs, she parted them more for me. She knew in her heart that every inch of her belonged to me. I was already close to being drunk on her scent, flying high on the moment of being with her. Unfettered by anyone daring to try to interfere.
“You’re crazy,” she murmured the moment I lowered my head, blowing across her lace-covered pussy. She was already wet, so much so the thin material was damp from her juice. Goldencurled by her feet, making the sweet event that much more surreal.
Using my teeth, I yanked the material aside, dousing her pussy with another hot breath.
