Page 116 of Chains of Recompense
I lose myself in the pleasure as Raf slowly rocks inside me, his movements gentle, minimal—and yet they send shockwaves of bliss rippling through my body like an earthquake.
It feels dangerously intimate, this slow, soft sex, and it awakens a vulnerability inside me I didn’t know was there.
Raf is being so tender, it makes my stomach flutter with fresh nerves—as if this is somehow my first time all over again.
We’re closer to making love than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
And with that realization, I can feel my grip on my emotions slipping away.
“Christ, Aisling,” Raf groans. “You feel fucking incredible.”
I whimper, my walls clenching dangerously around him as I reach the edge of my release.
His muscles coil in response, his body tensing, and he thrusts forward with fresh intensity—as if he can’t hold back any longer.
“Come for me,dolce. Come for menowunless you want me to lose myself inside you,” he growls.
The threat should terrify me. But instead, it lights an inferno deep in my core. I shouldn’t want that—not when this is supposed to be temporary, when we aren’t even supposed to have crossed this line.
But the thought of feeling him come with me, of having him pour his seed inside my depths, is treacherously enticing.
And it launches me into oblivion.
Sobbing his name, I comehard.
So hard that, for a moment, I think I might just forget my name.
Every nerve in my body lights up, and tingling bliss crackles out to my extremities, making my toes curl as my fingers go numb.
I throb around his cock, gripping him, milking him so ardently, it’s a wonder that he can still move inside me. But he does, giving three hard, erratic thrusts, his grunts animalistic—tortured. Then he rips out of me, hot cum painting my thighs as he loses himself a second later.
We’re breathing heavily, Raf’s chest heaving in time with mine as his gaze lifts to find my eyes.
Delicious warmth spreads through me at the yearning I see in his hazel depths. The same tortured need I feel. He wanted to come inside me too.
Spent, he settles on top of me once more, allowing his slick seed to smear across our skin as he leans in to kiss me deeply, claiming my lips all over again.
“Christ, Aisling. You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasps.
I hum playfully. “Well, that was the plan,” I tease. But the thought of a world without Raf in it is starting to sound distinctly unappealing.
With a chuckle, he steals one last kiss, then rolls across the bed, bringing me with him so he can steer us toward the shower. We take our time, sharing the water’s warmth as we let it sluice over us, washing away the sex.
And all the while, Raf’s fingers trail over my bare flesh, his lips pressing soft kisses along the curve of my neck, his large, powerful body crowding me in the most delicious way.
“What do you think about inviting Riley over again?” he suggests lightly. “Maybe for a more extended period this time? We can take her to preschool and pick her up if that would be better.”
The offer unleashes bubbles of excitement in my belly, and I whirl to face Raf, my fingers lacing around the back of his neck as I beam up at him. “Really? That sounds wonderful. You mean it?”
Raf chuckles, his fingertips pressing into my skin reassuringly as he grips my hips. “As long as your parents are amenable.”
I squeal, unable to contain my excitement, and I’m hopping out of the shower in an instant to race toward the bedroom. “I’ll call them right now,” I gasp.
By the time Raf rejoins me in our room, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as he folds a towel around me, I’m giddy with excitement.
“They can stop by later today to drop her off,” I say, tilting my head to kiss him over my shoulder.
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