She meets me thrust after thrust until she’s whimpering and begging for release. I’m close to bursting, so I reach for her clit, playing with the bundle of nerves that’s sure to trigger her orgasm.
“Go on, Lil,” I say softly. “Scream my name.”
“Rafaelle,” is wrenched from her lips as she shatters for the third time beneath me.
Then I’m pressing my face into her neck and coming as well, the orgasm like a lance of fire shooting through my body.
My muscles grow slack and I roll off her, careful not to crush her with my body weight. It takes a couple of minutes for me to catch my breath as I come to terms with the fact that I just came harder than I ever have in my entire life.
She turns to look at me, a deeply sated look on her face, her eyes warm and soft.
“That was amazing, Rafaelle,” she whispers into the space between us.
My chest tightens when she leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Fuck, don’t go acting sweet and giving me a cavity, little siren,” I murmur.
She grins, “Still a dickhead then.”
“Always, beautiful.”
I roll out of the bed and saunter over to the garbage bin to dump the condom in it. When I look at her, she’s lounging in the bed. So many inches of beautiful naked skin. She looks like she belongs. With me. In my empire.
My throat bobs in a hard swallow as I climb back into bed, leaning against the headboard. Liliana sits up too, reading the expression on my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want you for now, Liliana,” I say, the words landing heavily between us.
They’re also scary as fuck, but I might as well lean into what I’m feeling. What she makes me feel. She has climbed through my defenses in a way that’s left me raw. A part of me feels like I could very well plummet over a cliff. The other part soars at the possibilities.
“I want you.”
My words are as soft as I can make them. I look into her eyes, making sure she feels the weight of them. Understands how much I mean them. Our chests rise and fall in tandem, our breaths mingling in a way that makes my heart ache.
“I want you too, Rafaelle,” she whispers.
I reach for her hair, brushing it over her face tenderly. “Then, it’s settled. I’m going to take care of it.”
“Take care of what?”
“Everything.”
When I lean down to kiss her, she wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me even closer. My tongue finds access to her mouth, and the kiss turns heated almost immediately. I feel my cock getting harder once again, ramping up for round two.
This time I take her on her knees, sliding into her from behind and wrenching every ounce of pleasure I can from her body.
She’s mine now. And I have every plan of keeping her that way.
* * *
Watching her sleep is fast becoming my favorite pastime. She looks so soft and innocent, it burns my chest. As much as I’d like nothing more than to wake her up and pick up where we left off a couple of hours ago, I know she’s exhausted.
We finally fell asleep around 3 am, and although I managed about four hours of shut-eye, the sunlight peeking through the windows woke me up. I didn’t have any nightmares, though, so I’ll take that as a win. I’m not sure I could with the woman sleeping beside me. Her dark hair is a wild, beautiful mess on top of the pillow. She’s snoring softly, and it’s actually fucking adorable.
Which is how I know I’ve got it bad.
I press a button on the wall, to shut the blinds before a soft sigh escapes me.
