Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
The heat in his eyes intensifies. "Don't interrupt me while I'm eating, Amalia."
"You aren't eat– Rafe!" I scream, startled when he lunges. He lands face first in my center, licking me from the bottom to the top. His hands are vises around my hips, holding me down as powerful sensations blast through me.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
Rafe snarls exactly like the dangerous beast he is. A maelstrom rages to life inside me, threatening to unmake me with every swipe of his tongue. He isn't going to claim my soul. He's going to possess it. And God help me, I'll let him do it. Even if it destroys us both. Even if it destroys everything.
I grip his hair, pulling, pushing…fighting like hell to bring him closer and push him away at the same time. I shout his name, clawing at his shoulders. He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking like he never intends to stop.
I sob in ecstasy. It's so good, so good. Ah, God. What is he doing to me? My feet dig into his upper back, the heels finding the brawny muscles of his shoulders.
"That's it," he snarls against my pussy. "Fight me, tesoro. Make me work like a fucking dog for it."
He spreads my cheeks apart, burying his face deeper. I feel him everywhere. And I still want more. What does that say about me? That I want to bring this giant to his knees? That I want to be the one who leaves him trembling?
I don't want him to be Rafael Valentino, Capo dei capi, with me. I just want him to be mine. My dark prince. My wicked captor. My king. No armor. No masks. Just mine.
"Rafe!" I scream, clawing down his arms as a powerful orgasm blooms in my stomach, setting me ablaze. I go up like kindling, all at once. It happens so fast it knocks me breathless and leaves me reeling.
Waves crest and crash over me again and again, battering me against the shores of submission. Rafe curses and snarls, eating me loud and messy. He doesn't even let me come down before he's dragging me up the cliff again, ruthlessly driving me toward a second orgasm.
I fight for real this time, afraid of the immense cliff looming. It's even bigger than the first. There's no way I'm going to survive it. No way. I thrash in his hold, trying to buck him off me.
He flips me onto my stomach with embarrassing ease, handling me like I'm a little girl instead of a grown woman. His hand comes down on my ass in a sharp smack that surprises me more than anything.
"You can take it, Amalia," he says.
"I can't."
He wraps my hair in a gentle fist, craning my head back until my wild eyes meet his. "You made a rope of my clothes and tried to climb down to freedom," he says. "Twelve of my best soldiers live in fear of that smart mouth and the plans forming behind those mocha eyes. Do not tell me you can't take it. You're a fucking queen. You were made to be pleasured."
Well, put that way.
"I-I'm scared," I admit, feeling vulnerable and exposed and raw. God, so raw. What is he doing to me? And why don't I want him to stop?
"I'll catch you," he whispers, leaning forward to brush his mouth across mine. I taste myself on his lips, and I don't hate it.
I nod bravely, giving him my trust, and another little piece of my heart.
"Sit up, tesoro," he says, rising to his feet. He helps me sit, and then pulls me to my knees, draping me over the back of the sofa.
I hear the soft growl of his zipper as he releases it, and then the rustle of fabric. A moment later, the sofa dips as he kneels behind me, his chest to my back. I melt against him, moaning quietly. The soft fabric of his suit and the warmth of his hard body beneath is an erotic dichotomy against my body.
"Together this time, mi reinita," he says, sweeping my hair to the side to nuzzle his face into my throat. "Lift up a little."
I obediently lift up onto my knees. He locks one arm around my waist. The other rucks my skirt up, exposing my ass. Only then do I feel his massive erection against my bare skin.
"Rafe," I gasp.
"I'm not going to fuck you," he murmurs, his mouth against my ear. "When you give yourself to me the first time, it'll be in our bed, tesoro. Your virgin blood will stain our sheets. Right now, I just want to feel you dripping on my cock when you come."
I tremble in his arms, and then nod.
He lifts me slightly, slipping his erection between my legs. My head falls forward, my neck losing power when I feel it against my center. God, he's big and hard everywhere. The broad head bumps my clit, making us both moan.