Page 186 of In Love and Revenge

He thrusts harder, then growls, his cock swelling inside me again.

‘Are you . . . ?’

‘I told you. I haven’t come since I was last inside you. I have so much for you. You need to take it. You’ve broken the bloody seal. There’s no going back.’

I can’t help it. I burst into laughter.

‘Fuck, don’t.’ His lips curl into the hint of a smirk, but it’s ripped from his face as my laughter makes my core tighten and my body vibrate in his arms.

‘Beauty,’ he warns.

But it’s too late.

He groans, low and rough, as another orgasm is dragged out of him, making his whole body shudder.

‘Jesus.’ He rests his forehead against mine, sweat beading his brow. ‘I’m taking you to bed. It’s going to be a long night.’

I bite my lip through my smile and blink up at him.

‘You okay?’ He frowns, concerned.

‘Yes.’

He slides his hand to cup my neck, pinning me in place so I can’t look away. ‘Is it too much?’

‘No. I’m perfect. I want you to keep going.’

‘Jesus.’ He exhales, a disbelieving smile painting itself over his handsome face.

‘And I love you,’ I breathe.

I stroke my fingers over his scar, loving the way his eyes soften. He swallows, and I feel the weight of his words, wrapping around my soul, creating an embrace around it that can never be undone.

‘I love you too, Aurora.’ He slants his lips back over mine. ‘I love you too. So damn much.’

Epilogue

Rafael

Two months later

Gold sequins cast a honeyed glow over her skin as I gaze up at her from between her thighs.

‘That’s it, dirty girl. Come on your fiancé’s face. Soak me in it.’

‘Rafe!’ Aurora squeals, her fingers scrunching in my hair.

The hard edge of her diamond ring presses into my scalp, and I hiss, my throbbing cock leaking in my underwear.

The sound of her vlog plays in the background. It’sthatone. The one I can’t stop watching on repeat. The one I filmed of her, thenassistedher in, but that she never actually posted, because we would probably have both been arrested.

Vlog Aurora squeals on the screen as I kneel behind her on the floor of our dressing room at home, pounding her pussy with rough grunts as I grip her hips and bring her back on to my cock over and over.

She squirms on my desk, her eyes flicking from the phone screen to my face, then back again.

‘You look so good when you’re being fucked,’ I groan, sinking my face back between her thighs and sliding my tongue over her.

She shudders, her breath coming in needy little pants as her body tightens around my pen like it’s desperate for it to be replaced by my cock.