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“Now I have you, little warrior.” There’s not even a trace of fear. Since that day when he asked for my trust, I’ve given it to him without question. And it’s so freeing. I’ve stopped thinking about the possibilities of what might be and started to live in the moment—because Rafael is safe. He’s always safe. He’s exactly what I need because he always knows what I need better than I do.
My chest heaves, my pulse racing as I try to recover from all the physical exertion he’s put me through. He’s not even sweating. He looks as cool and calm as he always does. He drags his nose up the length of my neck, a low groan slipping from his throat.
“Did you just smell me?” I ask, fighting a smile. “Do you have a head injury?”
He chuckles. “No head injury. You just smell incredible.”
“Gross, Rafe. I’m all sweaty.”
His teeth scrape over his bottom lip, dark eyes flashing. “Exactly.” Lips brush my neck, and I instinctively twist my head to the side, granting him more access. His tongue swipes the length of my throat, and I shiver.
“You’re supposed to be teaching me how to fight.” My voice comes out sounding breathy and strained.
“You need a break.” His teeth pinch my jaw,
Before his lips move to the corner of my mouth until he’s kissing me. His bare skin meets the exposed strip of flesh between my sports bra and my pants, red-hot and yet sending goosebumps tearing over every inch of my body. He presses between my legs, and I invite it: his attention, his possession. I tiptoe along the tightrope of Rafael’s restraint, just waiting to fall off, yet knowing he will never truly let me tumble to the ground. He’ll always catch me. It’s that trust, that simple knowledge that opens the gate to all these foreign feelings. A strange tingling settles in my gut, warmth permeating me to my very core. Under his teasing kisses, a swarm of butterflies take flight in my chest, fragile wings beating against my rib cage like a primordial drumbeat. Rafe’s fingers slip from my wrists, trailing down my arms, leaving sparks in their wake. He’s kissed me before. I’ve always wanted it before. This is different though. This is more; a longing, a need I can’t identify.
My hands fly to his back, nails digging into rock-hard flesh as his tongue caresses mine.
“Anna,” he growls.
This feeling is eating away at me, a pressure that’s building until I’m restless. “I want you,” I blurt. I don’t really know what I’m saying or what I’m doing. I don’t know what I want, except him. I want everything that is Rafael. His brutality, his ruthlessness, his corruption, his tenderness, and the way he can make me feel safe and cherished with just a look.
He drops his forehead to my chest. “Do you trust me?” He asks, his voice tight. Why does he always ask me that? I nod, and he glances at me. “Words, avecita. I need words.”
“Yes, you know I do.” I don’t know how many times I have to tell him.
“Look at me,” he orders. I look right at him, into those bottomless dark eyes. His fingers trail down my sides before sliding beneath the material of my yoga pants. My breaths quicken along with my heartbeat as his hands slide down, over my hips, down my thighs, taking the material with them. Panic starts to rise like a wave, threatening to consume me. But like the life raft that he is, Rafe pulls me from the cold depths of my memories. “Focus on me, Anna.”
He finally removes my yoga pants, and I lay there, muscles tight, anticipation lingering on the edge of fear as his huge body towers over me.
Stroking over my face, he places a soft kiss to my forehead. “I love you.” Thump-thump, thump-thump. My heart splutters raggedly. “Remember that.” As I look into his eyes, I feel it, the unbreakable bond snapping tight between us. Me, the girl he unwittingly saved, and him, my most unlikely salvation. I feel it, real and tangible, reaching out across the air between us, licking over my skin, warm and inviting; love. Need. Belonging. I haven’t felt it in so long I’d almost forgotten what it feels like.
For a second he just watches me, his fingers tracing feather-light touches over my exposed skin. He kisses me, his lips strong and coaxing. Slowly, I relax into him, the tension in my muscles dissipating. Pulling back, he watches me carefully before dropping his lips to my neck and swiping his tongue over my collarbone. He places gentle kisses over my chest and stomach. I close my eyes and bask in the simple sensation of his warm breaths skating over my skin. Fingertips whisper down my thigh before trailing back up the inside. The higher they go, the less relaxed I become.
