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)
"Your turn," I say when I'm stripped bare, wearing nothing but a blush.
He smirks at me. "You want me naked, tesoro?"
I nod decisively.
He grins and rises from the bed like a graceful panther, all sleek and confident. Sure of himself. He strips without shame or reservation, leaving his suit draped over the bench at the foot of his massive bed. With clothes on, he's beautiful. Without them, he's breathtaking.
His body is a work of art. He's not ripped like a bodybuilder but made of thick muscle like a man approaching his forties. His abdomen isn't defined, but instead one hard slab. The mass of puckered flesh shatters pieces of my heart. It stands in testament to his strength, to his resilience.
"Bellissima," I whisper, lifting my gaze to his. I mean it. He is beautiful.
He prowls toward me, heat in his gaze. Pride. His erection bobs, jutting hard and proud from his body. He's big…bigger than I'm prepared to think about right now. But I want this. I want him. And I know he won't hurt me. I think this man would open a vein and bleed for me if I asked it of him. He's as caught in the maelstrom as I am, as incapable of walking away as I am. Whatever this is between us, he's all in too. I see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch. Even if it leaves us wrecked and ruined, he's all in.
He crawls onto the bed with me, capturing my lips in another heated kiss. Before I can wrap my arm around his neck, he prowls down my body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His lips touch every inch of skin, explore every sensitive place on my body. He wrecks me with his lips and tongue, leaving me gasping.
"Rafe!" I cry out, clutching fistfuls of his hair when he sinks his teeth into the side of my breast, marking me. I leave claw marks down his back when he moves to my nipples, tormenting them with pleasure. He bites and sucks and licks. And then does it all over again.
I find my fight again. I bite him. Scratch him. Curse him. He laughs…and makes his way down my body, torturing me with pleasure. It's too much and not enough. The bastard is enjoying my torment. His eyes shine with amusement, with desire. The more I fight, the more he likes it.
"Fight me now, tesoro," he dares me, throwing my legs over his shoulders.
I shatter apart as soon as his tongue touches my clit, exploding into a thousand tiny pieces. He doesn't stop. He holds me down beneath him and eats me like I'm a four-course meal and he's in no hurry. I scream and sob and buck and writhe, alternately grinding against his face and trying to climb off, unsure if I want more or want the heavenly torment to end.
Rafe refuses to let me go. He eats me from one orgasm to the next, his fingers and tongue in places they shouldn't be. And I love it. God help me, I love every filthy minute of it. I come a third time with his fingers in my ass and his tongue in my center, screaming his name.
"Please, please," I sob, pleading for mercy.
"Poor little tigrotta," he croons, crawling up my body. He comes down over me, gently nudging his way between my legs. "Have you had enough?"
"No," I gasp. Not yet. Not until he's inside me.
"Piccola guerriera," he says, raining kisses across my face. One hand runs down my side, startling me. "Shh, tesoro. I'm going to take care of you."
"Will it…will it hurt?" I ask, thinking about his size again, not entirely convinced he's going to fit without causing serious damage down there. I'm not naïve. I know how sex works. But I can't help but worry now that the moment has come. Losing your virginity is uncomfortable for a lot of women. People love to blame it on the partner, but sometimes, I think it just plain hurts. At least that seems to be the case for most of the girls I went to school with.
"It might," Rafe says, not lying to me. "But the pain won't last long, Amalia. I promise I'll be as gentle as I can be." He rests his forehead against mine, being far too sweet. "Give the pain to me if it helps, tesoro. Bite me. Claw me. I can take it."
"I can take it," I whisper.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He chuckles. "I mean are you sure you want to do this, Amalia? You can so no. I won't force you. I won't try to change your mind. You don't owe this to me."
"Rafe? Shut up and make love to me."
"As you command," he breathes, notching his erection at my entrance.
"Wait."
He freezes.