With a guttural, blasphemous curse, he slams in deep and stills as he comes.Body taut, head thrown back, throat exposed.
I watch him come undone with quiet reverence, chest full of warmth, heart full of butterflies.If this is all I ever get, if this moment is the only one we’re allowed to have, then that’s enough.It’s more than enough.I’ll die content.
The disobedience was worth it.The lies, worth it.No regrets.
I have tasted Stefano Castello.And nothing,nothingwill ever compare.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Raya
IT’S THE LOUD CRACKof thunder that wakes me, not Stefano, who has me cradled in his arms as he carries me up the stairs.
A lazy peek through my lashes catches the dull gray light outside the windows.Damn, it’s already dawn.At some point during the night, while Stefano dealt with Black Gold drama on the phone, I fell asleep out on the couch with my head in his lap, because he wouldn’t let me out of arm’s reach, not even to sleep.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he whispers when he notices I’m awake.
“Hey, vampire.”
His answering chuckle is warm and comforting as he carries me into the bedroom.After laying me down on the bed, he gets in beside me, stifling a yawn into the back of his hand before wrapping me up against him.
“How tired are you?”I ask, running a lazy finger down his chest.
He kisses the tip of my nose.“Tell me what you need.”
“You.Inside me.”
No hesitation, he shifts and reaches across to the nightstand drawer for a rubber.
“Let me…” I steal the condom from between his fingers and push him onto his back.“Leave this round to me.”I pull down his silk bottoms and find him already hard and swollen.“Someone’s eager…”
In response, his cock twitches in a blatant come-hither motion.
“Stop,” I laugh out.“I need to get his cape on.”
A smirk ghosts his lips as I manage to roll the condom down his thick shaft.There’s tiredness in his eyes, but he’s evidently not too tired to fuck.And I’m too selfish not to take advantage.
I slip out of my dress, slide off my panties, then move astride him, rubbing my slippery wet folds up and down his rock-hard length, coating every inch in my arousal.The friction, hot and delicious, draws a long moan out of me.
Stefano latches onto his bottom lip with a deep groan as he watches me position his cock at my opening, his eyes glued to us, alive and eager, as if nothing else in this world matters more than being inside me right now.
I’ve never felt so wanted.So needed.Soutterlydesired.
Slowly, I ease down on just the tip, then slip him out and begin rubbing my slickness along his length again, teasing him.
“Raya,” he warns, voice tight, strained.
Biting back a wicked smile, I do it again.Just the head, slip him out, then a back-and-forth glide along his veined hardness in a slippery wet tease.Over and over.I’m so sopping wet that this is undoubtedlytorturefor him.
“Raya, if you don’t want me to flip you over and fuck you while I stifle you into this mattress until you run out of air, then quit messing with me.”
Why are his threats always so violently enticing?
Taking pity on him, I ease up, then slowly sink down.Onallof him this time, gasping as he fills me, stretches me.
“Fuck, baby, yeah,” he groans, fingers digging into my thighs.
Undulating my hips, I begin riding him.Slow and sensual, deliberate and unhurried, squeezing my breasts, pinching my aching nipples,enjoying myself.Sinking into the pleasure, the power, the possession of it all.
