He moves wickedly lower, slipping his fingers through my damp folds while flicking his tongue over my clit. My breath hitches, my body tensing with need.
I’m already soaked. Embarrassingly, desperately soaked, and he’s barely touched me. How long has he been playing with me like this? All I need is the barest hint of penetration and I’ll detonate like a firework. The thought that he could bring me to the edge of orgasm without me even knowing sends a dark thrill through me.
“How long?” I manage to gasp.
“Long enough to get you ready for me.” A thick finger teases at my entrance, circling but not entering, and I want to scream. “You get so wet in your sleep,amorina. Do you know that?”
Oh my God.My cheeks flame, but then his tongue and teeth find my clit and I lose the ability to be embarrassed. My fingerscurl into fists, clawing at the silk sheet as my pussy clenches around nothing, aching for him to fill me.
“Rafael—” I half protest, half moan when he takes his hand away. “Don’t you dare stop.” My own hands shoot up, diving into his dark hair and holding him in place. He started this torment and he’s damn well going to finish it.
He chuckles, but the sound is strained, like he’s just as affected.Good.He gives me back his tongue and fingers, but this time he stops fucking around. Two fingers sink into my clenching pussy while his tongue presses flat against my clit, and I see stars.
“Oh God, oh God, oh—Rafael!” I shout his name, my head thrashing left and right against the pillow as pure, white-hot ecstasy lashes through me.
But Rafael doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking and thrusting his fingers, drawing out my orgasm until I’m nothing but exposed nerves and raw sensation.
I quake and tremble and curse underneath him as the fire of my pleasure burns longer than ever before. Then slowly, gradually, the intensity eases and I seem to come back to my senses.
My breasts feel fuller, my flesh warmer, lusher. When I blink my eyes open, Rafael is watching me with eyes so dark they’re almost black, licking my taste from his lips like a man savoring wine. My core clenches at the sight, and I marvel that I can still feel desire after what he just did to me.
Rafael presses a soft kiss right on my mons—so gentle after being so ruthless—and grins. “Good morning,amorina.”
“It certainly is a good morning,” I say breathlessly, chest heaving.
Rafael chuckles and rolls off the bed. I watch, dazed, as he goes to the dresser across the room and pulls open the top drawer. He takes out my crown, necklace, and the earring set I wore to the wedding yesterday.
When he walks back, I’m momentarily hypnotized by his hard cock bobbing up and down with each step. I lick my lips hungrily, and he chuckles again, that deep, knowing sound that makes my skin tingle.
He climbs back onto the bed, and without a word, he places the crown on my undoubtedly disheveled hair. As he leans in to clip the necklace behind my neck, his scent—clean, masculine, heady—wraps around me like a cocoon, making me lose track of my thoughts for a moment.
Once the necklace is clipped, he pulls back just enough to take my earlobe between his fingers and gently secure one earring.
“W–what are you doing?” I ask with a slight laugh when he moves to my other ear.
“Dressing you up in my diamonds. I want you to ride me in nothing but my jewelry. I want you to fall apart with my name on your tongue, my crown on your head, and my necklace like a collar around your neck. I want you to show me who fucking owns you.”
It’s completely barbaric. I’m a fighter, a feminist. I should be disgusted.
Instead, I clamp my thighs together—partly to put pressure on my throbbing clit and partly to hide my growing wetness.
I like his barbaric words way too fucking much.
He leans back, lounging like a king waiting for tribute, then grabs my hips and pulls me forward until I’m stretched across his hot, hard body. “Ride me, wife.”
My skin hums with sensation as I straddle his hips, knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of his legs. For half a second, my gaze flicks towards the window where dawn is already brightening the sky. I’m fit and know I have a great body, but this angle isn’t exactly the most flattering.
Rafael grips my chin, forcing my gaze back to his heated, dark eyes. “Take my fucking cock inside you,amorina.”
And I’m helpless to do anything but obey his command. I lift myself slightly and wrap my hand around his thick, hot cock. My mouth waters at the memory of how he tasted, how he filled me.
I guide the wide head to my entrance and slowly lower myself onto him, taking him inch by agonizing inch until I’m so filled up with him I swear I can feel him nudging at my lungs.
“Fuckkkkkk,” he groans, his hands flying to my hips, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.
To steady myself, I place a hand on his chest and experimentally roll my hips over his, clenching my inner walls around him. He yells my name, his eyes squeezing shut, head digging into the pillow.
God, the way he reacts to me—like I’m undoing him piece by piece—feeds something wild and hungry inside me. This man who commands respect and fear from everyone else is putty in my hands.I love it.
