Page 18 of Bonded Through Bite

“Yes, I will.”

“Samantha.”

“Rafael.”

“Stop fighting with me just because you are hungry.”

“I’m not fighting with you.” I stomp my foot and his eyes widen as he takes in Roger and Ralph, then there is a definite quiver in his lips. I guess he missed them earlier. “Stop laughing,” I huff.

“Cute.” He’s unable to keep the chuckle out of his voice.

“Yeah, so? You got a problem?”

He moves faster than my eyes can follow and cages me against the wall. “So, they are adorable and make me want to kiss you.”

“Weirdo,” I mutter and then rise to meet his lips. My nipples harden at the contact, and I can’t resist the temptation to cup my breasts and gently roll them through the fabric.

Rafael’s gaze drops down and his fangs shoot out. The sight of them turns me on. I love knowing I have some effect on him. I roll my nipples again.

“Take them out and do that again.” His voice goes husky and I dip my hand down the neckline, grateful for the stretchy fabric, and lift my breast to his view. Pinching the nipple wrings a small whimper from the back of my throat. I want his fingers to replace mine.

“Other one.” Rafael’s eyes are glued to my chest and I follow his order, bringing the other breast out and playing with the nipple until it aches.

“Rafael,” I plead and he moves, clearing the table and lifting me onto it. I lean back onto my hands and push my chest up, wordlessly begging him to touch me.

“Such beautiful breasts.” He drops kisses all over them but ignores my nipples.

“Stop teasing.” I moan and he chuckles.

His arm wraps around my back as he eases me down and then leans in, his lips closing around my nipple and nipping hard. My back arches in relief and need. He switches between my breasts and each tug sends small shocks to my clit. The pleasure chases away the remnant aches and drowsiness until I’m as turned on as the night before.

Rafael reads my body with ease and pulls back to gather the hem of my dress into his hands and lifts it around my waist.

“No panties,” he murmurs and my thighs clench together in anticipation. “Spread your legs, Samantha.”

I do, without hesitation, and he smiles.

“Needy, so needy.”

“Just shut up and get your mouth on my pussy.”

“I do love how impatience drives you to talk dirty.”

“Rafael!”

He takes my hands and places them on my breasts and then takes a seat between my legs, like a man preparing to feast.

“Play with your breasts,” he says but doesn’t wait for me to obey. His mouth is all over my pussy and I scream the moment his tongue hits my clit. I come so swiftly it boggles my mind.

“Holy fuck.” I gasp for air and look down at him. There’s tenderness on his face as he kisses my thighs.

“Your body is still overly sensitive from everything,” he murmurs and pulls my dress down after one last lick at my pussy.

The doorbell ringing distracts me from my afterglow and I blink. The bell rings again and I glance at the clock. Was that really twenty minutes already?

Rafael gets up, kisses the tip of my nose, and heads for the door while I try to even out my breathing. I’m still lying on the table when he returns with the food.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” I say as I sit up and snatch the bag from him. The scent of grease and salt has my mouth watering and I stuff the first fry into my mouth and groan.