“Spread your legs for me, my Duchess,” he commanded softly.
Camelia blushed but obeyed. She slowly lifted her knees and spread her legs, the nightgown pooling at her hips and revealing her most intimate parts.
Raph’s eyes glazed over with a hunger she had never seen before. He dipped his head and kissed her throbbing sex.
Camelia let out a loud moan. “Raph, what are you doing?”
She looked down at him, bewildered by his action and the sensation it stirred within her.
“Relax and enjoy the feeling, darling,” he whispered against her moist flesh, and she trembled.
He dipped his head again, his lips and tongue teasing her sensitive flesh, each lick a deliberate torment that made her thighs quiver uncontrollably. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her fingers clutched the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
His mouth, his tongue, all of him is unravelling me.
He slid his hands beneath her thighs, gripping them firmly and tenderly, opening her wider and anchoring her as she trembled. Diving deeper, his tongue coaxed her with slow, skillful strokes. Each movement drew soft moans from her parted lips and made her back arch.
“Raph, please… It’s too much.” It was a breathless plea.
Her thighs shook harder, her body teetering on the edge of release, but she sensed a shift in his touch, a new intent in his darkening eyes.
He lifted his head, his voice a low, husky growl. “It’s not enough, Duchess. I want you. All of you.”
He moved up her body, brushing his lips over her stomach, her breasts, and her neck until he hovered over her. “You’re mine, Camelia.”
“Yes, yes! I’m all yours, Raph,” she said breathlessly.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want it,” she pleaded.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Raph. Ineedyou.”
His eyes softened, and he kissed her. Camelia tasted herself on his lips, and the intimacy made her whimper.
“I’m ready. I want you, Raph. All of you…please.”
The thrill of his closeness made her body ache for him despite the unknown.
Raph positioned himself, his hardness pressing against her entrance as he gently adjusted her hips beneath him.
“Hold on to me. I’ll go slow, love,” he murmured. “Take a deep breath for me, Camelia.”
She did as she was told, and Raph entered her slowly, inch by inch, his restraint evident in the tightness of his jaw. He let out a low groan as he filled her to the hilt.
Camelia gasped when a sharp sting sliced through her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
It hurts, and yet it feels heavenly.
Her fingernails dug into his back, and her breathing quickened as the pain flared, sharp and unfamiliar, mingling with the lingering heat of his earlier touch.
“Raph,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
He stilled inside of her and kissed her forehead. “Do you want me to stop, little flower?”
“No,” she gasped when he slowly retreated and entered her again.
