She fisted the comforter, tugging and pulling while undulating her body. I gripped her hip with one hand, my fingernails digging into her. Together we rocked.
Every breath she took was labored.
Every soft mew was low and husky.
Every sound issued was full of sweet agony.
As we continued moving together, I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling my face into her neck. I heard the slight hiccup when I bit her earlobe. Not from pain but her own realization I would soon be gone.
Was this a fairytale for her? Maybe, but she’d soon learn it was a dark one at best.
Her body responded to mine beautifully, every inch of her quivering in my hold. It was like capturing a baby bird and holding it in my monstrous arms.
Yet she didn’t seem to mind that I could easily crush her.
The few moments were present in my mind, soon to be locked away. At some point, I’d allow myself to think about them again. One day when the darkness and my mood allowed.
My actions became rougher and her body responded in kind, meeting every thrust with one of her own. The sweetness and level of her vulnerability was fading before my eyes, the girl becoming a formidable woman.
Maybe I could see her outcome in the future.
Maybe I would make a point of doing so.
In fact, my thoughts were much darker than she realized.
I fell into the sweet fantasy as her breathing hitched and I knew she was on the verge of another climax. I yanked her head back, forcing her body into an arc, and hearing her muted cries as the orgasm rushed through her was an incredible sound.
My actions were no longer gentle in any way, my needs overtaking every other thought.
In a few minutes, I could no longer take the pressure, slowly lifting my head toward the ceiling.
I collapsed over her, pulling her into my arms, resisting a chuckle when her very patient dog finally jumped on the bed. She found a comfy spot lounging across her pillows. There was something both serene and surreal about the sweet golden harrumphing before quieting down.
As if any of this was normal.
Certainly not for me.
We remained locked together, each controlling our breathing.
“Why don’t you call your friends?” she whispered while rubbing my arm.
I kissed the top of her head. I’d thought about it, but if I had to guess, I’d say her father was actively tracking her calls. Even if I erased the call or text after making it, decent hackers could find the number at minimum.
If he did, her safety would be placed even further into jeopardy. Besides, there was no way of knowing if anyone had remained in Italy or if another tragedy had struck. Mikhail’s condition weighed heavily on my mind.
“Not feasible. Don’t worry, Rafaela. I’ll be alright.”
“My father doesn’t like to lose.”
Now I laughed while pulling her closer. “Neither do I.”
The little healer had no idea what she’d done or the needs she’d awakened.
This wouldn’t be our last night spent together.
Whether she liked it or not, on the day she’d discovered the dangerous man lurking in her vineyards, she’d become mine.
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