He exhales into my neck, groaning quietly. “For you.”
His hands find my hips and mine the hardness of his pecs. He begins to rock. To rock me and my fingers curl, nails pinching.
“Fuck.” A hiss.
I arch my body, his crown hitting me just…“Yes, there!”
His grip on my breast, breath warm, mouth wet as he sucks my nipple between his lips. I keep moving, moving, keeping that rhythm. That pace. “Please don’t stop.” I anchor my hands in his hair, suddenly panicked that he might. The pulse between my legs grows, filling the gaps inside me.
What he was made to do.
Like he’s read my mind, his hand slips lower, hooking my underwear to the side.
“Yes!” I want this—I’m desperate.
“Lavender, you’re nothing but a cock teasing bitch who deserved it.”
I’m suddenly not hot anymore, the voice one I recognize. My blood runs cold, and I let out a sob that I’m instantly sorry for. I brace for the worst, pulling my hands to my face when the voice changes, and I hear my name, soft and filled with concern.
“Lavender.” Hands catch mine. “Lavender, open your eyes, princess. It’s just me.”
Raif’s eyes meet mine, inky pools that shine in the darkness.
“I-I had a dream,” I begin, my voice halting and rusty. Between my legs aches, my clit still pulsing against him. I begin to pull away, my movements jerky and awkward when he stills me with his hand on my hips.
“Are you okay?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. A dream. Just a dream. A bad dream I haven’t had in ages.
“Don’t leave.” His voice sounds hoarse and full of longing as he wraps his arms around my back. “Go back to sleep, princess. You’re safe here.”
Something inside tells me this is true.
I drift off into the blackness.
14
RAIF
I glance up,the sky powder blue, not azure. The sun, not so unforgiving here.
“This way,” Lavender mutters. “Watch the gate,” she tacks on, slamming the wrought-iron frame back into the catch.
I open it without saying a word. Lavender is… not happy. That much is obvious. She says she’s hungover, but her bad mood didn’t occur until breakfast when I mentioned what had happened during the night. I’d woken in the dark to her body on top of mine, hard as a pole and panting as she’d rocked over me. A pleasant surprise until her heart-rending sob yanked me from my sleepy stupor.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she’d said when I’d pushed her on it.
“I woke up, and you were on top of me.We were about to fuck.”
“If I don’t remember, it mustn’t have been all that good.”
I didn’t say anything else. What was the point? She wasn’t going to explain. But the tremors that wracked her body kept me awake for some time afterward.
She’s not hungover, whatever she says. It could be that she’s embarrassed? For her dream, or what happened on the terrace last night?
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” she mutters.
“You mean Sunday lunch with the my new fam?” The opportunity was too good to miss. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
