Page 80 of Dark Auctioned Mate

Rael stood, lifting her gently into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her inside and up the stairs to their bedroom.

He laid her on the bed gently, like she was made of glass, his hands gentle as he helped her remove her shirt. The bandages around her ribs were visible, a stark reminder of what she’d been through.

“So beautiful,” Rael murmured, touching the parts of her skin that were not bruised or wounded. “You’re breathtaking.”

Alanis felt tears pricking her eyes. “How do you always know what to say?”

He kissed her collarbone, her shoulder, and continued all the way down her lower body. “Because it is all true and you make it easier.”

He pulled away the rest of her clothes bit by bit, until he had laid her naked before him. Then he simply looked at her—at all the curves, scars, and blemishes.

“Perfect,” he breathed. “Absolutely perfect.”

“I have bruises all over.”

“Evidence of you being a survivor. A fighter.” He gently caressed her thighs. “And mine.”

He settled down between her thighs, his breath hot against her inner thigh. Alanis’s breath caught in anticipation.

He inhaled her deeply. “Fuck, I missed this. I will make you come so much that you will not remember anything but my name. And when you are a boneless, trembling thing, I will make love to you the proper way.”

“Rael…”

He silenced her by thrusting his mouth to her core, running his tongue down her slit.

Alanis cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets. He worked her gently, his tongue circling her clit, thrusting in and out, then going back to that responsive bundle of nerves. “I could spend hours right here. In between your legs.”

Rael took her to the brink of her orgasm once, twice, three times. He stopped right before she could tip over, taking her higher and higher until she could no longer take it.

“Please,” she sobbed. “Rael…fuckkk. Please, I—”

“I know what you need.” He slid two fingers into her core while his tongue worked on her clit. “Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you.”

Her whole body spasmed, shaking and trembling as Rael skillfully wrung her orgasm out of her.

But he didn’t stop. His fingers curled within her, thrusting in and out.

“Too much,” she whimpered, trying to push his head. “Too much, Rael, it’s too much.”

“One more,” he groaned against her wet heat. “Give me one more, baby.”

He stretched her with a third finger, sucking her clit even harder. The next orgasm built impossibly fast, cresting higher than the others, and when it broke, Alanis’s vision went white. She felt herself floating, disconnected from her body, pleasure so intense it bordered on painful washing over her in waves.

When she came back to herself, Rael was hovering over her, his expression concerned.

“You passed out,” he said. “Just for a few seconds, but—fuck, Alanis, I’m sorry. I pushed too hard—”

“That was unbelievable,” she croaked, panting. “Do not apologize for making me feel so good.”

Rael flushed. “You scared me.”

“Good scared or bad scared?”

“Both.” He touched her tenderly. “Mostly good. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He was still dressed, and Alanis could feel his hard cock against her thigh. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Your ribs—”