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I hold her eyes as my cock swells inside her.

‘You’re mine,’ I growl. ‘Mine.’

I come hard inside with my eyes pinned on hers, driving my point home as I unload inside her with a curse. She stares back, her lips parting with a moan as I fill her. Fill her so damn deep that she tightens her thighs around my hips and moans like she wants every last drop.

My moans.

My cock.

My pussy.

My Beauty.

Exactly where she belongs.

Chapter 28

Aurora

Strong hands slide around my hips, pulling me back in a wall of solid, suited muscle.

‘I’ll make you breakfast,’ Rafael purrs, dipping his head to kiss the top of my shoulder.

‘I don’t usually eat breakfast,’ I say, pulling what I’m looking for out of my bag on the kitchen counter.

Last night feels like a dream. A hot, sexy one. After the fast and messy sex in the living room, Rafael led me upstairs and waited for me to clean up in his ridiculously lavish bathroom. He was lying in bed when I came out, a curve of a sexy smile on his face as he saw me in my vest and potato-print shorts. Climbing in beside him felt weirdly intimate despite what we’d just done, so I was relieved when he turned out the light and just pulled me back against his chest instead of talking.

Turns out he’s still a cuddler.

And Ireallylike that.

Even if I’m still getting used to everything else that goes along with spending time with him, I know that once we’re in bed, andhe wraps me up in his arms like he’s scared I’ll try to sneak away – that everything will feel ...It’ll feel right.

I bite back a goofy smile.

‘What you got there?’ he asks, stroking my stomach.

I could definitely get used to swoony Rafael. The one who kisses me the moment I wake up, but doesn’t try to force anything, even though I felt how hard his dick was against my back when we woke up. The one who walks naked to his bathroom and gives me a spectacular view of his muscular arse before he showers, then leaves me in peace to do the same, like he understands that I need my privacy whilst I’m trying to navigate what being with him in his house – in his bed –reallymeans.

And I could especially get used to the one who’s kissing my neck in a way that’s making me want to go back to bed right this moment and take him with me.

‘Just my pill,’ I reply, popping the small round tablet out of its foil and placing it on my tongue.

Rafael’s kisses cease, but he keeps stroking my stomach.

‘You got the contraceptive pill?’

‘I did.’

‘Why? Do you get heavy periods?’

Once again, his knowledge of female birth control and the related aspects to it surprise me.

‘How do you know enough about its uses to even ask that?’

‘Dove,’ he replies simply. ‘Is that why you’ve got it? You weren’t on it last week. You told me you didn’t take birth control.’

I turn so I can see his face.