“That’s mine, too,” Rafe said before dropping his face to my neck and sucking hard at a spot right under my jaw.
I moaned, gripping his hair between my fingers and squeezing his cock with my affinity. He gasped a ragged breath as I pulled him back to me.
“This is mine, though,” I said, giving him a squeeze.
“Yep,” he replied breathlessly. “Yes, it’s yours. Fuck, let me back in.”
I laughed again, letting my legs fall open so he could settle between them. He pulled me by my thighs, the sheets bunching up beneath me as I slid down the bed, and then he slid inside me so slowly, it should’ve been considered torture.
“So good,” Rafe moaned before his lips landed back on mine.
I ran my hands through his hair, pulling the way Aiden usually liked, and it seemed like Rafe liked it, too. He growled, then bit down on my neck and I cried out at the sharp pain, then moaned as he soothed it with his tongue. Rafe panted above me, slamming his hips into me so hard I was surprised I wasn’t in any pain.
But he fit me perfectly, because he was made for me. He could never hurt me.
I shuddered into my next orgasm, crying out as Rafe groanedyesbefore fucking me even harder.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted. The hand he’d had resting on my collarbone shifted to my neck, right below my jaw. He squeezed, stopping my breath slightly, and I gasped in surprise. Rafe closed his eyes, then shuddered as he found his own release. He only gasped before his hips faltered, and then his hand fell away from my throat.
The same, deep feeling I’d experienced when I connected with Aiden came back with full force. Something inside me clicked, something I hadn’t known I needed now there.
Rafe sucked in a breath, probably feeling the same thing. Feeling that we were together now, and he was safe here. He was mine, and no one would ever hurt him again. I ran my hand down his cheek while he panted, his dark eyes opening to lock his gaze with mine. We didn’t speak, letting our eyes communicate for us.
I couldn’t believe I’d resisted this man so hard.
He was perfect. His eyes, his jaw, his shoulder blades…the scar through his eyebrow, the jagged skin along his arm.
“You’re mine,” I whispered as I ran my hands down his chest. “Only mine.”
Rafe nodded, still unable to speak.
Moments later, he flopped down onto the sheets next to me. A sheen of sweat covered his chest, and I leaned over and licked a line over his pec.
“Holy fuck,” Rafe mumbled. He pulled me to him, and I squirmed for a moment as he maneuvered me so that my back was pressed up against his chest. His hand trailed down my mound, brushing against my clit before he ran his fingers through the mess between my legs.
“Skye? I was serious. I want to stay inside you,” he whispered.
“I was serious, too. Do it.” I replied.
Rafe groaned against the back of my neck, and I gasped as he slid his somehow still-hard cock back inside me. He pulled me tighter against him, sighing into my hair as his body relaxed. I was tense for exactly five seconds before I relaxed, too.
“Goodnight, my love,” he murmured.
“Goodnight, shadow.”
I wokeup alone in Rafe’s bed.
I was pissed for maybe a minute while I stewed over that. I’d woken up twice in the night because Rafe couldn’t help but fuck me again. I’d expected a round four and maybe five when I got up this morning, not to be alone.
Then I smelled bacon.
I slid out of bed easily, the silky sheets more slippery than I was used to. I used Rafe’s bathroom to get ready, pulling my sex hair into a ponytail before I slipped on a black t-shirt that was conspicuously laid across the bathroom counter.
Part of me hoped Rafe would come back when he realized I was up, and we could test out his massive shower, but I was still alone minutes later.
The smell of coffee drew me out of the room finally, and my bare feet padded along the carpet as I made my way down the ridiculously long hallway.
I came to an abrupt stop at what awaited me.
