He pauses, looking up at me with dark intense eyes. It sends a shiver down my spine. He concedes, letting me slide to the ground.
I run a hand over the skin of his shoulder blades, down to the middle of his back. There’s nothing there. It’s a bit perplexing, I’d been expecting his body to be completely covered, and yet.
“What’s the deal, Rafaelle? Why’s your canvas blank?”
I hear a light chuckle before he turns around to face me.
“My body is art enough on its own, little siren.”
My eyes narrow, “It feels like posturing.”
“What?”
“You tattoo your arms and your neck. Places other people can see, but you leave the rest of it blank. Like you’re faking, giving off a persona to the world that you don’t really feel.”
“And what persona is that?” he questions, eyebrow raised.
“That you’re this dark, evil person.”
This time when he smiles, I can tell it’s entirely disingenuous. His eyes flash with something that immediately makes me want to take back my words. My heart thumps at the sight of it.
“Make no mistake, Liliana. I am a dark, evil person. You have no idea the things I could do. The things I’ve done. You know fuck all about me and you’re still here. In my room, naked. We were having fun a second ago, let’s not ruin it.”
I suck in a huge breath, trying not to let the ice in his tone deter me.
“Tell me why the rest of your body is blank.”
“No. Shut up.”
When I open my mouth to retort, he does it himself. Grabbing the back of my neck, he slams his lips to mine, effectively cutting me off, swallowing every word in my throat and stalling every thought in my head. He lifts me again,holding me up against his body as we stumble back towards the wall again. Or is it the door this time?
Screw trying to figure him out. I just want him inside of me.
When Rafaelle cups my pussy through my panties, he feels just how desperate I am. Our kiss turns sloppy as he shifts the material aside to run a hand over my folds. He makes a deep hum in the back of his throat.
“God, please,” I moan.
He growls, sinking two fingers through my wetness and pushing them inside of me. I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders. I’m so wet down there, I can hear the moisture as he swirls it around with his fingers.
“Don’t mention God while I’m fucking you, Liliana,” he orders. “If you want to beg someone, beg me.”
Pleasure unfurls in my veins as he slides his thick fingers in and out of me, rubbing a spot deep inside with each stroke. I clutch him like a vise, dragging my hands through his hair, scraping my nails against his skin as he drags me inch by inch towards the edge.
“You’re making such a mess on my hands, little siren,” he says, nipping at my neck while I tremble. “Does it feel good?”
I grind against his hand, panting as the impending release blazes through me. His fingers thrust hard inside me, curling against a spot that makes me see stars. Rafaelle suddenly smacks my ass jolting me with surprise. I look up at him, bleary eyed with pleasure. Even the smack felt good, only adding on to the ecstasy whirling around inside of me.
“Answer my question, Liliana. Do my fingers inside of you feel good?” he repeats.
“Y-yes,” I say shakily.
“Good,” he smiles. “Now come for me.”
When his thumb presses on my clit, my vision dims and I explode. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as the orgasm spreads through every inch of me, down to my toes. I hold on to Rafaelle’s arm for support as he continues to thrust inside of me.
Fifteen seconds later and the shudders begin to rescind. I press a kiss to Rafaelle neck, a small thank you before pulling back to look at him. What I find in his eyes has pleasure licking through me like little embers.
“The next time you come, I want to hear that voice that managed to entrap me,” he states. “I want to hear you scream.”
