He rolled away from her and touched his chest with his fist that held thepin. “I need to think. I need to organize this. I need to plan the operation.”
Flicka blurted out, “Are you going to leave again?”
She clapped her hand over her mouth, aghast that she had said it and terrified that he might say yes.
Raphael looked at her, and a storm raged inside the gray of his eyes. He reached for her and scrambled on top of her, kissing her hard. His tongue plunged intoher mouth, and he grabbed her arms and pinned her wrists above her head.
He lifted away for a moment to toss the alpine mountaineering pin on the nightstand with a tiny clatter, and then he was upon her again, his mouth, his hands, his body possessing her as he stripped off her clothes and pushed his suit slacks down his long, muscular legs.
If she had meant to whisper anything else to him inthe relative privacy of their bedroom, she forgot what it was.
He held her down while he raked his teeth down her neck and sucked at her breasts until she ached for him between her legs. She pushed up against him and gasped as his tip grazed her clit.
“Keep your hands where they are.” He released her wrists and crawled down her body, his mouth leaving a hot trail down her belly. He threw herthighs over his shoulders and held her hips with his big hands, holding her where he wanted her as he sucked and licked her.
Tension built inside her, and Flicka grabbed the top of the pillow with both hands and strained to lift her hips but he held her down.
“Do you want me to let you come?” he asked her, and then he ran his tongue through her folds again.
“Yes, please,” she said. “Yes,please.”
The next feathery stroke wasn’t enough to release her. “Are you sure?”
“God,please!”
He brushed her soft folds with his lips and mouth and barely flicked her clit again. “Beg.”
“Please, dear God, I’ll do anything!” she cried, trying to keep it at a whisper.“Dieter,please! I’ll doanything!”
His body covered hers, and he pressed into her. His huge size shoved into her, filling her hard ashe slid inside and took her. Her body bucked off the bed, flying as he grabbed the headboard above her, kneeled, and used the leverage to take her harder.
Flicka shoved her hands against the headboard, too, pushing herself down to keep from sliding away from his hips digging into her.
Every thrust of his body into hers forced her to tighten, the pressure becoming unbearable, squeezing down untilshe couldn’t hear or see anything and could only feel him rubbing that tight, hard spot of impossible ache. The first wave rode through her body and spine to burst in her head, floating her as she lifted, and throbs blossomed as he took her.
She was in his arms, then, his body tightly around her as he shuddered, his warm breath panting against her shoulder as he spent himself inside her.
Hewhispered into her hair,“Never.I will never leave you. You’re mine, now. No one else can touch you but me. We’ll be married tomorrow, and you’ll have our child soon. I will protect you with everything I am, everything that is Raphael Mirabaud, and everything that is Dieter Schwarz.”
