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I’ve craved this so much during the past few months, and it feels fucking incredible to have him back like this.
“I can’t hear you, Riley. You need to tell me,” he growls.
“You… Rafe. I belong to you,” I manage before another orgasm rips through my body, this one making me scream so loud I worry someone might hear us.
My pussy tightens around his cock, but Rafe doesn’t let up. Shocking me when he slams into me harder. “You’re mine. I’ll never let anyone take you from me.” His fingers bury deeper into my throat, almost making me choke, and he uses his grip to pull the top half of my body taut against his. I can feel his chest slamming through my back.
“I mean it, Riley, when it comes to you, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you.” He stills inside me. The hand he holds on my stomach stroking so tenderly while his other grips my neck with such tension, I feel the shake in his fingertips.
“I’ll never leave you,” I whisper because it feels like it’s what he needs to hear, and it’s true. The love I’ve developed for him since I’ve been here is almost painful. I have no interest in the world beyond our fortress, and I can’t imagine a life without him in it.
He pushes hard into me one last time, and I feel his cock pulse inside me. Filling me with warm threads of his cum before he buries his head into the crook of my neck and attempts to catch his breath.
“You okay?” he asks after a few desperate gulps for air.
“I’m fine,” I smile to myself as his hand slides down from my throat to join the other one on my stomach.
“Fuck… I’m sorry.” I hate that he sounds so disappointed in himself.
“Don’t be sorry. I’ve missed this,” I assure him, my pussy still throbbing around his long, thick shaft as he slowly eases out of me and rolls onto his back.
“Jesus Christ.” He stares up at the ceiling, still struggling to breathe. “You sure you’re okay?” He rolls onto his side and studies me. “I lost control. I shouldn’t have been that rough.” The look of devastation on his face wounds me. I wish he wouldn’t beat himself up so much.
“What’s on your mind? Talk to me,” I beg. Shifting into a more comfortable position. I’m really missing being able to lie on my stomach. “Are you scared about the baby coming?” I check, knowing that Rafe hasn’t been sleeping all too well. I hear him tossing and turning at night, and I’m certain it’s because he’s worried about us.
“Course not,” his head shakes, trying to prevent me from fearing the inevitable. “I'm just…” His eyes flick away from mine the way they always do when he’s ashamed of something. “I’m just so close to having everything I want, Riley, and I’m scared it’s gonna be snatched away from me somehow.” His jaw tightens as he pulls his fingers through his hair and looks down at his sweat-soaked abs. I’ve grown to love all versions of Raphael Verretti, but this slightly vulnerable one is my favorite.
It almost makes him seem human.
“Well, we are going nowhere. You’re stuck with us.” I kiss his cheek before snuggling into his chest and feeling his body relax a little. His breath has just started to regulate when he speaks up again.
“Riley, what would you do if your brother found you?” He sounds almost threatened, and it makes me curious as to why Liam has become important all of a sudden. We haven’t spoken about him since the day Rafe gave me the diamond crucifix. In fact, he’s done everything to avoid talking about him.
“I’d tell him that I was happy and that I belonged here with you,” I assure him, lifting up my head so I can look him in the eyes. “I told you, Rafe, I won’t ever leave you.”
He gives me a sad smile, his hand cupping my face, and when he slides my hair over my shoulders, that smile suddenly turns serious. I watch his eyes widen, and his nostrils flare, and I know immediately something’s wrong.
“What is it?” I start to panic.
“I’ve hurt you.” His hand pulls away like my skin just scolded his fingertips.
“Raphael, I’m fine,” I assure him.
“I shouldn’t have taken you like that.” He shakes his head. “Look at the mess I’ve made of you.” His fingers are trembling when they touch the sore skin on my neck, and I find myself missing the man who used to get off on leaving his mark on me.
“I feel fine. I enjoyed it. Please don’t feel bad about it.”
Rafe doesn’t look convinced. He’s too mad at himself to see logic.
He’s taken on far more stress than he’s needed to while I’ve been pregnant. He’s worrying about every little thing, and I know he’s getting anxious about the birth. I’m scared too, but I know everything will be okay. We deserve to be happy.
“You should get some sleep.” Rafe sounds deflated as he leans his head up to kiss me, and then, slipping his arm around my middle, he tucks my back against his chest and holds me until I fall asleep.
* * *
It’s the middle of the night when I wake up. Rafe’s body is so hot and clammy that his skin sticks to mine. The tension in his muscles and his erratic breathing make me worry something is wrong.
When I realize he’s having a bad dream, I stretch over to my nightstand and turn on the lamp. It hurts to see him look so tortured, his face contorted into an expression of agony, and the veins in his neck bulging against his skin.
