“You should come with a warning label,” she breathed.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight. “Here’s my warning,” he said, low. “You’re mywifenow.”
The words landed somewhere deep in her stomach.Wife.
She was a wife. She had ahusband.
His palm climbed her thigh, heat dragging higher, higher, until he found the slick warmth between them. She sucked in a breath when he stroked her, gauging the effect. Heat bloomed, as did the evidence of her body’s warm welcome. She writhed beneath his touch, soft gasps spilling from her mouth. Her legs splayed, not even trying to resist.
He shifted over her, positioning himself, and she felt the unmistakable weight of him at the entrance to her body. Anticipation flashed straight to her spine.
“You have ten weeks to make up to me,” he murmured.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. Her hips began to tilt upward on their own.
“Do you remember what I said?” he asked. “About your next education?”
She nodded, barely able to think.
“Good,” he murmured. “Class begins.”
He nudged in just enough to make her feel the full promise of him. Her breath fractured, back lifting as her body adjusted, tension melting into acceptance, before finally driving fully home.
Bea’s mouth fell open.
Rafael moved with deliberate restraint, drawing nearly out before pressing back in, over and over, forcing her to feel every inch of the motion instead of rushing it. The cabin narrowed to sensation, to the weight of his body and the certainty of his pace.
“Faster,” she begged.
He answered with a firmer thrust that stole her breath, then another, rhythm tightening for a handful of strokes beforeeasing back again. A reminder that he could give her exactly what she wanted.
“Not yet, baby.”
She tried to pull him closer, craving that harder rhythm. Instead, he caught her wrist, then the other, and pinned them overhead with one hand.
“Take it the way I’m giving it to you,” he said into her ear.
The authority in it stole the air from her lungs. His name left her lips in pieces, syllables dissolving as pleasure crested too fast to outrun.
Release cracked through her like a bolt of lightning, bright and blinding. He didn’t relent. Still he moved, stretching it, claiming every aftershudder until she sagged beneath him.
Rafael rolled them, pulling her on top of him. His hands settled on her hips. “Again.”
Her legs ached. Her body felt too sensitive. But the look he was giving her made her move. She wanted to know how far he could take her, and how much she could give.
Bea braced herself on his chest, shaking as she rose and sank down again. The stretch was sharper now, almost too much.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Just like that.”
His hands roamed freely, palms over her thighs, thumbs at her ribs, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, the other curling at the back of her neck to keep her exactly where she was.
She tried to slow. He lifted into her, holding her at the precise angle where the friction was unbearable. Her fingers dug into his skin.
The second time she shattered, her whole body locked—back arched, breath lost, a cry torn straight from her core. Rafael watched her like a man drinking from a well.
She collapsed onto him, boneless. He stroked her back, steadying her. Bea’s eyes were half closing when she heard him whisper.
“One more.”
