Page 62 of Rafe

Rafe leaned in and his mouth crushed upon hers. She shoved any reservations to the back of her mind, kissing him back with fervent abandon. There were no wolves or vampires or humans, only two souls joined in a passionate moment, one she didn’t want to ever end.

Breathless, she held onto him as he withdrew his lips from hers. With their foreheads still pressed together, Skylar attempted to get control of her wild emotions. She’d fallen hard for the wrong one. Her heart would shatter into a thousand shards of glass. But oh how she yearned to make love to Rafe.

“Just once. Then friends,” she suggested as her tendrils of control snapped.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Rafe breathed.

“I know but I want you…this…us,” she pleaded.

“Something about you Sky. I don’t know if I can control myself with you. I can’t guarantee…my vampire.”

“You won’t hurt me.” Skylar meant it. Even if it defied logic, her instinct was on target. This man was hers. The wolf. The vampire. And if she was saying goodbye, she’d do it on her terms.

“Are you sure?” Rafe’s fangs descended.

Her eyes widened at the sight. Wickedly handsome, the small tug of the corner of Rafe’s mouth told her he’d ruin her for anyone in her lifetime.

“Yes.” She nodded, her heart pounded in her chest as the back of his fingers trailed down the side of her face. She wanted him. Now. Forever.

She gasped as he retracted his fangs and crushed his mouth upon hers. Breathless, she kissed him with reckless abandon, her hands pressed to his rock-hard abdomen. Skylar gasped as he lifted her by her waist. She wrapped her legs around his him, tunneling her fingers into the back of his hair as he stumbled backwards through the door.

“Rafe,” she breathed as he broke the kiss and set her onto the sofa.

She shivered as his fingertips brushed over her skin, removing her tank. He tugged off her shorts, leaving her bare.

Skylar wasn’t a prude, yet exposed to him, her cheeks flushed as he tore off the throw, revealing every inch of his muscular, ripped chest, his rock-hard cock standing to attention. Her heart pounded in her chest as he settled between her legs on his knees.

“You’re so beautiful.” He pressed his hands to her inner thighs, spreading open her legs.

“Rafe,” she whispered, his hot breath on her skin as he pressed his hips to her inner thigh.

“Let me see you,” he growled, lifting his gaze to meet hers.

“I…” Skylar hesitated to comply, her body on fire.

His hands trailed up her thighs, his thumbs stroking the crease of her mound. She ached to have him inside her. He teased his fingertips over her pussy yet denied her relief.

“Rafe, please,” she begged, her fingers brushing through his hair.

“Open for me. That’s it.” His lips grazed over her knee.

His dominance washed over her, and she knew in that second he’d push her to places she’d never gone. Her hand drifted to her stomach, slowly dipping between her legs. She moaned as her fingers slipped through her folds, her body aching for his touch.

“I’m gonna savor every inch of you.” His lips brushed over her inner thigh once again.

Skylar and Rafe exchanged a heated stare as she brushed her fingers over her clit. A hint of embarrassment lingered, never having touched herself in front of a man. Yet, lost in the moment, she relaxed, the pleasure rolling over her. His hungry expression warned her he’d devour her.

“You’re so sexy,” he praised, his lips hovering mere inches over her pussy.

Skylar cried out with pleasure as he pressed a thick finger deep inside her core, rewarding her. Still her clit ached for relief. “Please…please, Rafe.”

“You’re so beautiful, so wet for me,” he growled.

“Please, oh my God,” she panted as his mouth captured her clit, his tongue flicking over her. He stretched her open, adding a second finger, lapping at her pussy.

“Rafe, please,” Her head lolled back onto the sofa, submitting to his delicious torture.

Relentlessly he twirled his tongue over her sensitive nub, each slow lick drawing her closer to climax. She dug her fingers into his hair, clutching him as he consumed her.