My thoughts scattered completely.
Everything else—divorce, danger, tomorrow’s meeting—blurred at the edges until there was nothing left but him.
I sucked on his lower lip and he groaned softly into my mouth — a low, rumbling sound that vibrated straight through my core.
Ecstasy rose fast and sharp inside me.
Heat pooled heavily between my legs as vivid images flashed through my mind:him thrusting deep inside me, filling me completely, claiming every part of me.
My hands roamed up his broad back, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss turned fierce, desperate, almost bruising in its passion.
His hand moved to my breast, hovering for a heartbeat before squeezing it with gentle but firm possession.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips.
“Loretta,” he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough and strained with control, “I need to know if you are truly comfortable with this. Tell me now.”
Instead of answering with words, I pulled him down and slammed my lips against his again in a brief, fiery kiss.
When he drew back once more, he was pressing the hard length of his clothed cock firmly between my thighs, the delicious friction making me ache with need.
“I need you to say it,” he demanded quietly, eyes dark with lust and careful restraint. “Tell me you want me, Loretta. I will not take what is not given.”
“I want you,” I breathed hurriedly, pulling him close again, my voice trembling with desperation. “I want you, Rafael. Please.”
Satisfaction and something darker flashed in his eyes.
He reached back and pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing his torso.
My breath caught sharply.
He was breathtaking — broad, powerful shoulders, defined pectorals, and a sculpted six-pack that spoke of disciplined strength and lethal grace.
Every line of muscle was honed like a weapon, yet the raw masculine beauty of him made my pussy throb with fresh, aching heat.
The sight sent another rush of wetness flooding between my thighs.
He helped me out of my clothes with surprising patience and gentleness, his hands steady as they peeled away each layer.
I kept my eyes locked on his face the entire time, using him as both my safety and my anchor.
As long as I focused on Rafael — this dangerous, possessive man who had pulled me out of my darkness —the old traumatic memories threatening to surface stayed locked away.
I nodded whenever he looked at me for silent permission, trusting him completely in that moment.
Once I was completely bare beneath him, his mouth descended to my left nipple.
He nibbled gently at first, then sucked with intense, focused hunger, drawing a sharp arch from my back.
His hand rested lightly on my neck — possessive, grounding, never threatening.
The sensation was incredible. To think I had once recoiled from any touch; now his mouth and hands felt like fire and salvation at once.
He moved to my other nipple, sucking harder while his free hand began a slow, sensual journey down my body — tracing the valley between my breasts, circling my navel, until his fingers hovered just above my pussy.
My entire body shuddered violently.
I hadn’t been touched there in years. The vulnerability hit me like a wave.
