Raph’s hands trailed to her waist, and he pulled her closer.
“There will be no lessons tonight, Duchess, if that’s what you’re referring to.” His lips found her neck, kissing it softly, causing her entire body to shiver. “You’ve turned my world upside down, Camelia. Tonight, I will do the same for you.”
His new promise made her breath hitch.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. “See me,” she whispered.
Raph growled and kissed her again, slower, deeper. His calloused hands slid under her robe, touching her bare skin and making her gasp against his lips. He slipped the robe off her shoulders, and the silk pooled at her feet.
“You’re asking for everything, aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Yes, I want everything you can offer.”
Raph’s member was thick and hard, pressing against her belly.
“I need all of you.”
He picked her up with ease and threw her over his good shoulder. At the edge of her bed, He laid her down and trailed his finger over her sensitive skin.
“I’ll give you everything tonight, Camelia. All of me.”
Camelia’s heart soared, and her back arched as his hands explored her curves with reverence.
“You promise?” She was trembling with need.
“I promise, little flower.” He kissed her neck, and she let out a soft moan.
“Show me, Raph. Show me that you see me.”
Raph swiftly took off his shirt and trousers. Camelia’s eyes roamed over his body, from the scar on his left shoulder to his chest, his waist, and finally?—
“Oh!” she gasped, her eyes widening at the size of his pulsating shaft.
“Don’t be afraid, little flower. There will be no discipline or lessons tonight.”
“Will it hurt?” she asked softly, her eyes glued to his nakedness.
“It will at first,” he admitted. “But I will be gentle with you.”
“I’m ready.”
Her nipples pebbled against her nightgown. The material clung to her skin, and she reached down to pull it off, but Raph grabbed her wrist and held it above her head.
“I want to take my time with you, my Camelia,” he said huskily.
He lowered himself on top of her. His skin was warm, his body deliciously heavy. He pressed his member against her core, his movements slow and deliberate. She moaned and arched her back. Her wrist was pinned above her head, but her free hand scratched and dug into his broad back.
“I see you, Camelia.” He dipped his head and brushed his lips against her collarbone.
When he let go of her wrist, she immediately grabbed onto him. Raph leaned down, nipping her breasts through the flimsy material, leaving it wet against her skin.
“Raph!” Camelia moaned, squirming beneath him, begging him for more.
But he continued to descend slowly, trailing hot kisses and touching her gently.
His gentleness is more torturous.
He kneeled before her, his nakedness stark against her clothed body.
