Page 43 of Beloved
CHAPTER 11
Rafaela
Hearing him call me fucking beautiful was exactly what I’d needed to hear. I moved a little closer while sliding one bra strap over my shoulder then the other. I’d selected a beautiful matching set of lingerie that I’d never worn, hopeful that I could save them until I fell in love.
Here I was, about to give a gift of myself and I knew in my heart this was the right thing to do. He was everything I’d ever fantasized about.
After unclasping my bra, I hesitated before pulling it from my breasts. Now he was the one who inched just a little bit closer, enough to show me his desire was real, his hunger everything I’d hoped it would be.
The way he scrubbed his jaw when I tossed the bra aside brought a smile to my face. I wasn’t certain what to expect, but his reaction made me feel so alive, so wanted. Nothing could ever feel as good as this would.
I closed the distance, crawling my fingers down his chest before grabbing the hem of his shirt. He didn’t stop me when I pulled it over his head, only taking a deep breath and finally with very methodical movements, he rubbed his palms down my arms.
“You shouldn’t be doing this.”
I lifted my head, even rising onto my tiptoes. “Yes, I should. I want you and I want this. So do you.”
He continued rubbing my arms, whispering a few words in Russian that I didn’t understand, but I could tell he was debating whether to go through with what was about to happen. His look of surprise slipped into something much darker, entirely dangerous and ripped with passion.
After taking a deep breath, he slipped his hand behind my neck, his grip firm. “If we begin, there’s no going back.”
“Why would I want to? I want this. I want you.”
With that, he crushed his mouth over mine. There was no act of tenderness this time, no safety net offered. For all the wrong reasons, we hungered for each other. The anxiety of being caught, the fear of what we’d both face, we just didn’t care.
He swept his tongue inside my mouth while jerking me closer. The heat of his body was intense, so much so tiny speckles of light formed in front of my field of vision. I’d envisioned what this would be like for days, the hunger building to a level I’d barely been able to control.
The sweep of his tongue was thrilling, but not nearly as much as the feel of his thick, hard cock throbbing between my legs. As he’d done before with our amazing kiss, he picked me up, sliding his arm under my bottom.
He held me for a few seconds before walking toward the blanket. With total care and such grace, he dropped to one knee, easing me down onto the soft surface. He finally broke the kiss, pulling away and staring at me while shaking his head.
His eyes continued exploring every inch while his fingers brushed down my arms and across my stomach.
I was jumpy, my entire body quivering. When I placed my hand on his chest, he closed his eyes, taking a deep, raspy breath.
Very gently he rolled his hands under my breasts, cupping both as if fearful he’d hurt me. “I won’t break,” I whispered.
His chuckle was dark and demanding and I concentrated on the perception that the thick cords on the sides of his neck were pulsing.
Out of desire.
Out of intense need.
They matched the way my pussy was throbbing.
“I’m not worried about breaking you, my sweet angel. I’m worried about defiling you, staining you with my corruption.”
Reaching for him, I continued to fight tears of anxiousness. “I want your stain to linger for years to come.”
Kazimir cocked his head, still debating, but with the continued rise and fall of his chest, I sensed he was losing the battle. The concept was confirmed when he flicked his fingers back and forth across my nipples. They were so sensitive I moaned, arching my back while fisting my hands.
Nothing that I’d read had prepared me for the flutter of butterflies in my stomach or the wetness between my legs. In themoments while he swirled his fingers around my hardened buds, I relaxed, forgetting about everything else but the sheer passion exploding between us.
When he pinched and twisted my tender tissue, another nervous laugh erupted. I also had no idea how to react, if my movements and gestures were wrong.
Childish.
I wanted so much to be the woman I’d insisted I’d become.
