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Raphael came to me. Searching the air with his hands until he found my exact location. He backed us out of the bathroom into the bedroom where we stood. I looked at him. He just waited. I refused to do this. No matter how long we stood in silence.
Sure hands grazed my arms and up over my neck, down my breasts, and then over my stomach. I knew he would feel the tightness there. The bump that expressed my pregnancy.
“Was the attraction between us always this magnetic?” Raphael asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re carrying my baby. Obviously, we’ve had sex before. And when I touch you, I can’t seem to get enough. So, it makes me wonder about the chemistry.”
“Always.”
“Are you admitting to being pregnant with my baby, Anise?” His fingers tipped my chin upward, keeping my attention on him.
“No, I’m not.” I paused and then exhaled all of my reservations. “I’m pregnant with two of your babies.”
His grin started small and extended until all of his face lit up with excitement. Raphael leaned down and kissed my lips quickly, making me jump, catching me off guard. He pulled away quickly, but the moment that our lips touched, something feral began unwrapping and he went back for more.
"Raphael…" I tried to fight it. Tried to pull away.
"Yes, I feel it too."
He threaded his fingers into my hair, firmly taking hold of me. Pausing, I wondered if he knew what he was doing. If he remembered how we did things. He didn't have a routine, but he knew how to work my body. He knew how to make magic.
Raphael tried to bring me back to his lips, but I resisted, unsure. Not completely sold. Raphael growled low before he tightened his grip even more. I hissed, feeling the scold.
"Bed… take me there." He demanded.
Nervously licking my lips, I looked at the bed. It was near, but there was no way for him to know that.
"Now, Anise." He tugged my hair for emphasis, driving the urgency.
I moved us to the bed and sat down. He followed, using the bed to his advantage, pushing me backward. On top of me, he pinned me down, pressing me into him. His hands roamed slowly over my lower body while his mouth began kissing various places above.
He stripped me down. Shirt. Leggings. Panties. Bra. Socks. Shoes. Until I was baring it all to him. His mouth and hands resumed their song and dance over my skin, taking me higher on this ride with him.
“Raph... “
“Shh…”
I couldn’t help but cover my body. Though he couldn’t remember me, couldn’t see me, I still felt imperfect. Raphael took his makeshift blindfold off of his face and looked down into my eyes. I waited for him to react. Something. Anything.
“I told you. I’ve been working on this. But now…” Raphael looked around the room and when he saw my satin robe on the door, he stood. “Why are you hiding your body from me?”
Should I be afraid?
“My body is different. I know you don’t remember it, but…”
“Beautiful. Fucking, beautiful.”
I’m not sure why the conviction struck me stupid. So much so that I didn’t even stop him when he laced my wrists with the sash of my robe, tied me to the bed, and began undressing. I should have been afraid. This Raphael and I didn’t know one another that well. His touch was still sure. His voice was still commanding. But more than anything else, our instincts still called out to one another. That’s why when he turned his attention toward me, instead of cowering away, I welcomed the possibilities of what was to come. I missed Raphael in every way, and this was no different.
Chapter Twenty-Four
RAPHAEL
I slid my hand down the curves of Anise’s body. Imperfections that she saw were the blueprints of my desires. She’d never outright said that she found herself unattractive. She’d only said that she wasn’t comfortable with her body, not worthy of the attention I gave. That was more than enough for me to understand that she didn’t see herself as I did.
My fingertips moved along Anise’s soft skin, savoring all that she offered. By giving into my need to worship her, I’d be pleasuring her in the best of ways. I massaged her breasts, avoiding the most sensitive part. This was greater than sexual urgency. She needed to experience me devouring all of her, not her brain being short-circuited by premature want. Plus, I could tell how much she needed me. It was in her eyes. I could give her this gift, offer her a bit of happiness.
