Page 88 of In Love and Revenge

He grabs one of my thighs and hitches my leg up around his waist. The new angle allows him to push even deeper, and my eyes roll in my head.

‘It’s your fault that I’m addicted to you,’ he growls.

My eyes squeeze shut as another orgasm rips through me.

Rafael grunts as my thighs tighten around him and the sound of increasing wetness spills through the space between us.

‘Open your eyes and look at me when you come,’ he orders.

I force my eyes open, and his gaze softens a touch as our eyes connect.

‘There you are, Beauty. Don’t leave me,’ he murmurs.

I whimper, the pulses of my orgasm strong enough to steal my breath.

Rafael watches me the entire time with an intensity that should be unnerving. But all it does is make me feel desired. Sopowerful.

He keeps his pace, sliding in and out of me as he waits for the final tremors of my release to fade. I exhale happily. He didn’t want to stop before I was done. He was waiting for me to finish first.

‘My turn,’ he groans, like he’s barely able to hold it back.

He keeps thrusting but every muscle in his body has gone rigid. ‘Say no and I won’t,’ he hisses, seeing the panic on my face.

The word is on the tip of my tongue.

But that’s where it stays.

‘You want to come inside me?’ I whimper. But rather than sounding panicked, my voice comes out husky, like a sultry invitation.

‘Fuck, yes,’ he groans.

The tendons in his neck pop out as he jerks his chin forward, eyes burning into mine. Even if I could form the word, it’s too late to say no now.

‘Do it,’ I urge suddenly, irrationality overtaking as the desire to feel what it’ll be like overcomes me. ‘Fill me.’

‘Jesus,’ he hisses.

His cock thickens, jerking with the telltale sign of an orgasm pumping through it. He keeps driving his hips fast and hard, spilling deep inside me.

I stare into his eyes, witnessing him coming apart.

He groans like he’s experiencing a soul-altering release, one that will change him forever. His pupils dilate as I moan his name, like a burst of starlight in an otherwise pitch-black sky. He fucks me all the way through his release, mouth hovering over mine, eyes reaching inside me and taking everything he can. His breath entwines with mine like everything starts and ends with this moment.

With me and him. Us. Together.

I stroke his hair back from his brow, unsure why the need to touch him so tenderly overtakes me.

He shudders to a stop, sweat finally shining on his brow.

‘Aurora,’ he murmurs, dropping his forehead to mine, smiling against my mouth as he kisses me. ‘Fuck.’

Chapter 22

Aurora

Rafael Fairfax is a cuddler.

I wriggle, trying to stretch my legs, but they’re pinned in place by the equivalent of a giant lazy cat, languishing its long limbs all over me.