Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Believe me, Sera, I wouldn’t miss this for the fucking world.” A loud gasp escapes my lips when he fills me completely. I didn’t expect how full he’d make me feel.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan, tipping my head back, closing my eyes, and use the tops of his thighs as leverage. I get to work, rolling my hips, sliding up and down. My body shakes and my skin tingles. Rafe’s grip moves from my hips to my breasts. He holds them, thumbs sweeping along the pebbled tips, adding that bit of pain with pleasure, and this time, it’s him who loses himself, completely absorbed in the sensation. His cock pulses inside me, somehow managing to feel like he’s become bigger. I continue my ministration. We’re both panting within seconds. The feeling is incredible. The intense pleasure crashing through me is even more so.
“Look at me, Sera. Open your eyes and keep them on mine,” he commands with a low groan. His hips pitch upward, meeting each descent and penetrating deeper. I force my heavy lids open, looking down at the man who holds more power over me than he’ll ever know. He reaches up, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me down just enough to kiss me with such fierceness, my movements slow down. That doesn’t deter Rafe. He takes over from the bottom, keeping our lips attached and our bodies much the same.
“Rafe.” My core tightens violently around him. My mouth rips from his as I let out a high, breathless cry, my body trembling as my orgasm washes over me. That’s three for the day that this man has given me, and with the way he likes to take care of me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to give me more. Rafe loses the last of his control and drives up into me with one last, powerful thrust, and he comes on a low, guttural roar.
I collapse on his chest, my heart hammering wildly against his. Rafe’s arms wrap around me, holding me tightly as our breathing gradually slows in the quiet room.
“One day soon, I’m going to wrap my mouth around your cock and return all the favors you’ve given me today.” His body goes from relaxed to pulled taught.
“That’s happening, just as soon as I clean us up.” He kisses the top of my head, thumb tracing soothing circles on my bare back, and I’m entirely content.
12
SERAPHINA
“No, don’t. Get back,” Rafe mutters, voice raw and entirely too hollow. I’m woken with a start. The man beside me is having one hell of a time in his dreams. I so desperately want to reach out, to tell him I’m here and that everything is okay. Except everything isn’t okay. The battle scars on his back, chest, and the one on his upper thigh tell a story about a man who’s been wounded more than once.
I check the bedside clock, blinking the sleep away, and see the red numbers glare back as it turns from two fifty-nine in the morning to three. Rafe continues to shift, not to get comfortable by rolling over, either. I reach for the lamp on the nightstand and have to shy away from the bright light. Except when my eyes adjust, I’m at a loss for words. Rafe’s muscles are pulled tight, sweat is glistening along every crevice of his body, and a low fractured sounds escapes his throat.
Instinct hits me all at once. My hand reaches out, hovering an inch above his broad chest, ready to shake him, to call his name, and pull him out of one hell of a nightmare.
But I stop, remembering watching a television show that semi portrays a medical setting saying that the last thing you should do is touch someone when they’re like this. It’s killing me that I can’t make this go away for him, that I can’t force him awake and help him fight this fight.
I force myself to wait it out, pulling myself back, tucking my legs up and wrapping my arms around them. Rafe’s head jerks to the side, catching in the soft light. His hands are resting on top of the sheets, curled into tight fists, knuckles white from his grip. It’s his breathing that has me ready to reach for the phone and call for help. Shallow, jagged gasps, with a wheeze that doesn’t seem human. I close my eyes for a brief second, swallowing the lump in my throat and praying that this will be over soon. It’s agonizing to witness, especially when all I want to do is wrap myself around the man I love and absorb every bad thing that’s ever happened to him.
A sharp, violent gasp fills the room, and Rafe’s eyes fly open. He doesn’t move. He lies rock still, staring blankly at the ceiling as his chest heaves while he regulates his breathing. I move, slowly, deliberately, reaching for him with the palm of my hand, placing it gently on his bare chest, right over his racing heart.