“Yes,” I moan, hips rolling against his palm as I seek the friction I desperately need.
Then his fingers are gripping me, strong hands encasing my waist as he spins me with impressive dexterity until I’m on my belly, my wrists twisted into an impossible constraint above my head.
I gasp as he lifts my hips, putting me on my knees, and a moment later, I feel him lining up behind me, his thighs pressedto the back of mine as he supports me and overpowers me all at once.
His mouth traces a familiar path up my spine, his hands rediscovering me with a confidence that steals my breath away.
When he touches me, it’s with the same knowledge he had all those years ago.
Like my body never changed its language. Like he never forgot how to make me come undone.
Five years ago flashes through me in sharp, sensory fragments. Low light.
Silk sheets.
The press of bodies and music and hunger.
Raf’s hands on me like he’d mapped my skin and memorized it.
His fingers tangle in my hair, tipping my head back so I have to meet his eyes, and in them, I see a wicked promise.
“You want to know the pleasures of my world?” he asks, and this time, I know without a shadow of doubt as he leans in to claim my lips without an answer.
He remembers.
The realization hits me hard, sending a shiver straight through me when his mouth shifts, when he kisses me the exact way he did back then—slow and deep, like he’s savoring me, building the anticipation until I might just snap.
“You remember,” I whisper, quivering beneath him as pleasure coils tight and sharp.
His mouth curves against my lips. “Every second.”
Then he plunges inside me, obliterating my world.
But it’s the admission that sends me over the edge, shattering me in a rush of sensation that leaves me trembling beneath him.
30
RAFAEL
I’m blown away when Aisling reaches orgasm with my very first thrust.
She was always so responsive, so eager, so alive with desire. But her words hit me like a wrecking ball as I slide inside her from behind, claiming her lips at the same time.
Because I’m reliving one of the best nights in my entire life with her.
A night when I opened her eyes to my world of pleasure—and found that she was as fearless as they came.
She turns me on to a dangerous degree.
But god, it nearly undoes me to realize that night might have just meant as much to her as it did to me.
Of course it would, knowing that she was practically a virgin.
But feeling her come on my cock just from the memory of it—from discovering that I remember it—I’ve never felt more alive. And we haven’t even started.
“Did you just come without permission?” I growl, nipping her full lower lip to warn her of what’s coming.
“Yes,” she gasps, her walls clenching around my cock at the same time.
