Page 83 of In Love and Revenge

He lets go of his dick, and then his fingers are sliding inside my pussy again, forcing it to stretch around him.

‘You’re so bloody perfect. Look at you.’ He captures a nipple between his teeth and sucks down on to it as he holds my eyes. ‘Your body was made to drive me goddamn insane, Aurora.’

He sucks ravenously on my breast, kissing and biting it, pulling as much of it as he can into his mouth as he lets out a low hum of appreciation.

‘Jesus Christ.’

He fingers me harder, and I wriggle up the bed at how deep inside me he feels.

Grasping my hip, he drags me down beneath him. ‘Come back here. I’m nowhere near done with you.’

His fingers leave my body, and he slides down the bed, bringing his head level with my pussy. He studies it, like he’s savouring the moment, before he presses an open-mouthed kiss against my lace panties.

‘Bloody hell.’ His eyes fall closed in ecstasy.

Determined fingers slice under the fabric by my hips and peel my G-string down my thighs with agonising slowness.

I’m practically vibrating with need as Rafael unhooks them from my ankles and strokes the lace between his fingers with a frown.

‘These are drenched, Aurora,’ he scolds.

‘Are they?’ I reply innocently.

Sharp, cool eyes cut up to mine, melting into something hot and possessive as soon as we lock gazes.

‘All wet for me?’ he rasps.

I nod. ‘For you.’

‘Jesus,’ he groans.

Then he dives between my legs like he’s scared I’ll disappear. My thighs are pushed wide by his broad shoulders rippling between them, demanding space for him to be able to eat my pussy like he’s been starved.

The moans that leave my lips rival those of a casting couch audition. But I can’t help it. The man is a certified fiend. Just as I think I can’t possibly feel the heights of any more pleasure, the angle of his mouth changes, and his tongue flicks at a different speed, and my toes are curling all over again. I wriggle and writhe against the duvet.

‘Rafael,’ I pant. ‘Oh wow.’

‘Bloody delicious,’ he mumbles around a mouth full of my pussy before he zeroes in on my clit and circles a flattened tongue over it like he knows it’s guaranteed to drive me wild.

Arousal runs from me, coating his chin as I puff and whimper, making an involuntary sound show that’s no doubt massaging his ego to sky-scraping new heights.

But I can’t stop even if I wanted to.

The man is literally making me see stars with his sinful mouth.

‘So good,’ I whine, fingers tangling in the duvet cover like it’ll somehow help me as the torturous pleasure of an orgasm as hot as the sun threatens to burn through me.

Capable hands extract the material from my vice-like grip, and guide my hands to thick, rich brown waves, waiting to anchor me.

‘Good girl. Get a tight grip,’ Rafael groans as he closes his hands around mine, forcing me to scrunch his hair between my fingers until the tug against his scalp must feel like I’m trying to rip it from his skull.

His groan deepens into something primal and dangerous.

My clit throbs in response, and I pull harder.

‘Eat me out, then. See how hard you can make me come,’ I goad, a bloom of confidence surging inside me as Rafael doubles down on his efforts, fucking me with his tongue.

‘Dirty girl,’ he murmurs, sucking up a load of slick wet heat as it runs out of me into his waiting mouth.