He drew back and seized her hands, stilling them on a low curse. “No one at all?” When she shook her head, his expression hardened. “Ah, fuck. Devony . . . you should’ve told me.”
“Why? Would you want me less if you knew?”
His furrowed brow darkened even more. It took him a long moment to answer. “No. I don’t think anything could make me want you less. Not now. Not at any time.”
“Good.” She kissed him, no gentle tangle of their lips and tongues, but a melding, a claiming.
She didn’t want his tender care right now. She didn’t want gentle.
She simply wanted him.
Without releasing him from her kiss, she reached down to unfasten the button and zipper of his jeans. She fumbled a little, but then Rafe’s hands were there, too, as impatient and determined as hers.
When he was freed, she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him . . . to taste him.
His cock stood thick and proud, as glorious as the rest of him.
She took his length in both hands, marveling at his girth and heft. He hissed tightly as she stroked him, then released a strangled groan when she lowered her mouth over him and took him deep into her throat.
It seemed she was just finding her pace when he took hold of her shoulders and set her away from him on a raw, vivid curse.
“I shouldn’t be doing this with you.” His gaze scorched her, his handsome face filled with an awful torment. “You should make me leave, Devony.”
“That’s not what I want.”
He scoffed low at her reply. “This has already gone too far.” His words were uttered like a warning, though whether meant for her or himself, she couldn’t be sure. “Daylight will be here soon enough. If I don’t get back to my place, I won’t be going anywhere for a long while.”
“I know,” she said. “And I’m still asking you to stay.”
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and kissed him again, a scorching mating of their mouths. He didn’t resist it. He didn’t reject her.
No, far from it.
On a growl, he tunneled his fingers into her hair and returned her kiss with a savage claiming. The next thing she knew, she was on her back beneath him, his big body wedged between her parted thighs.
His kiss left her mouth and traveled down the length of her body. He spread her wide and devoured her sex, penetrating her with one finger until she thought she would go mad with arousal. He kept going, adding a second digit once her body grew accustomed to the first.
It wasn’t enough. She craved something more than this. More of him. Still, he didn’t stop, not until she was screaming with the onslaught of a shattering climax.
He shifted atop her, and then his hard length was a rigid demand against her slick folds. He rocked there for a moment, teasing her body with the promise of what was to come.
She thought she was ready.
She thought she had already felt the full spectrum of ecstasy.
Oh, God, she was wrong.
Rafe’s mouth found hers again, and then he gave a thrust of his hips and the blunt head of his cock pierced her. She cried out with the sharpness of it, with the overwhelming sensation of him filling her, stretching her, leaving space for nothing but the intensity of their joining.
She couldn’t hold back her cry as the pain and pleasure merged, becoming something wild and unhinged. She rode it out, her fingernails raking his shoulders as wave after wave crashed into her.
“You feel too damn good,” he murmured, glowering down at her as he watched her come. “You should have ashed me when you had the chance.”
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He wanted to go slowly.
He wanted to take care, be gentle with her, but Devony permitted none of that.
