After a couple of seconds, he looks down at me with so much heat I nearly combust there and then.
“We never even made it to the bed,” I state, amused.
“I’ll fuck you all you want in bed, Liliana. Just give me a few minutes.”
I feel like I’m in heat. After coming three times I should be exhausted, but I just want more of him.
He runs a hand through my hair before pulling out of me. When he looks down, his eyes grow wide.
“Fuck, the condom split.”
“You’re kidding!” I gasp.
My heart nearly stops. The evidence is right there for us both to see. A hole in the middle of the rubber around his dick.
“Fuck,” he exhales, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s fine,” I quickly say, refusing to allow that to ruin this night. “I’m on birth control.”
The words are only slightly a lie. I was on birth control, but I missed my last appointment because I couldn’t spare enough money to cover the co-pay. It’s fine though. These things happen all the time. It’s not like I’m going to get pregnant from a one-night stand.
“I’m clean,” Rafaelle quickly assures me. “I get tested monthly.”
And it’s sweet, I look up at him, my expression bright, “I’m clean too.”
“Alright,” he says. “So we’re good?”
I nod. In the next breath, a yawn escapes me. His lips twitch.
“I’m sleepy,” I explain with a laugh.
He nods in understanding, “You should sleep but let me clean you up first.”
He leads me to the bed and I sit up on it while he moves to grab a small towel from a drawer. I yawn for the second time,watching him, feasting my eyes on his body. Every movement he makes is inherently sexy. When he returns, he crouches down, eyes filled with concentration and nothing more as he wipes my chest, between my legs. It’s very endearing.
“Lie down,” he says once he’s done.
I’m too tired to argue. My eyes feel droopy and it has officially been the most interesting day of my life. I shift backward into the bed, placing my head against the pillow. Rafaelle makes no move to join me which stings a little. He crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at me with an expression I can’t quite decipher. I do glimpse some warmth behind it, though.
My eyes flutter shut.
But then… the mattress dips.
My eyes flutter open just as Rafaelle settles over me, his massive frame eclipsing everything. The low light. The ceiling. The rest of the world.
He braces one forearm beside my head, his other hand curling possessively around my hip, and the intensity in his gaze chases every last remnant of sleep from my body.
“I thought you were going to let me sleep,” I murmur, my voice hoarse.
His lips graze my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Unhurried like he has all the time in the world and intends to use every second of it against me.
“You don’t really think I waited all that time not to taste you again, do you?”
I bite my bottom lip, and something shifts in his expression. Something hungry. Barely leashed.
His mouth finds the hollow of my throat and drags lower, tasting me like I’m worth savoring slowly. A soft sound escapes me, and he answers with a low growl against my skin that I feel all the way down to my toes.
My fingers slide into his hair on instinct, gripping.
