Page 67 of Dare to Risk it All

He sat back, watching her, letting her see the dark enjoyment he took in having her laid out for him, helpless. Yet she didn’t feel the least bit helpless. There was a strange sense of power in knowing how seeing her this way made him feel. Raphe met her gaze, and she smiled, giving him permission to carry on. He bent and kissed her, devouring her as the weight of him settled over her. Greer’s pulse sped, finding her vulnerable position bound and naked beneath his fully clothed form unbearably erotic. He pressed against the throbbing place between her thighs, the cloth of his trousers rasping against the delicate flesh and she mewled, writhing beneath him as he chuckled and kissed a path to her breasts. He suckled and nipped at her until she was dizzy and disorientated, too giddy to appreciate the path his mouth took next until his dark head bent between her legs and she felt the exquisite wet heat of his mouth.

She hoped then that he would take pity, that he would bring her swiftly to the edge she teetered on, but he was deliciously cruel. With ruthless sensuality, he kept her hovering on the farthest point, never allowing her to tip over. Greer cried out and pleaded with him, begging for release, but he alternately soothed and teased her. She was somewhere beyond sanity, driven wild by his patient amusement and soothed as he interspersed the torment with such tenderness that she became a helpless puddle of sensation, entirely malleable in his hands. At intervals he would pause and strip off an item of clothing and Greer watched, devouring the sight of his powerful body, her hands longing to touch and explore the fascinating masculine terrain he taunted her with. So close, and yet out of reach.

At last he pushed the small clothes from his lean hips and Greer stared, aroused beyond bearing by the vision of him, erect and proud. Perhaps when they’d begun this intimate dance, there might have been a moment when she’d have felt daunted by the thought of that crude male part of him inside her. Now she could only pant with impatience, desperate for him to fill the clamouring emptiness that needed him so urgently.

“So lovely, my sweet girl,” he crooned, returning to her, the fierce heat of his body the most voluptuous pleasure, the coarse hair on his chest rasping deliciously against her nipples as he bent over her. He lingered, nuzzling her neck as he made another thorough inventory of her body with hands and mouth, returning to sample the throbbing bud between her spread legs.

“Please, oh, please,” she begged, beyond shame, utterly abandoned.

“Yes, love,” he murmured. “Because I must have you now.”

He kept his word and there was no more teasing, only a rush of sensation, so powerful it shattered her, her reaction so overpowering he had to hold her down, hold her still to keep her in place as the waves crashed over her and unholy sounds tore from her throat like some wild thing screaming in the darkness. Ripples of pleasure rolled over her in a continuous surge until she was wrung out, exhausted from the effort.

Dimly, she noticed Raphe tugging at the bindings at her wrists, gently massaging her arms as he brought them down beside her body again. He was breathing erratically, his chest rising and falling hard and fast as he settled between her legs. Greer sucked in a breath as the hot, blunt head pressed gently against her still pulsing flesh, nudging a little inside.

Raphe groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder. He was shaking with the effort of holding himself still. Greer did not want him to wait.

“It’s all right,” she said, tugging at his hips, relishing the feel of his skin beneath her palms, smooth and passion damp. “I’m fine. Don’t wait.”

He let out a shuddering breath, turning to look at her. His eyes were an unearthly blue black in the dim lamplight, blazing with desire. He shook his head, a smile flickering upon his sensuous mouth.

“I’m not done with you yet, love,” he murmured.

Greer protested, moving her hips to encourage him deeper whilst her body clamoured for him.

Raphe gasped, but then laughed softly. “So impatient,” he scolded. “I’ll have to punish you for that.”

He allowed more of his weight to pin her down and bent his head to her breast, sucking until she was flushed and mindless with need. Chuckling, he pushed a little farther inside her.

“Hold still this time,” he warned her, his gaze bright with devilry.

Greer did as he asked, feeling her body pulsing around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

He groaned. “You feel so good,” he ground out. “So hot and tight, I think I’ll die from the pleasure of it.”

“You’ll kill me first,” she retorted, promptly soothed by a slow kiss that melted her bones.

She relaxed, and he rewarded her by easing farther inside. Her body accommodated the strange invasion with eager pulses of pleasure, throbbing and aching, just on the edge of pain as he held still, watching her face.

“I love you,” he said, a fine tremor running continuously through him.

Greer laughed with the joy of it, the words finding their place in her heart, warming her. She’d known. Of course she’d known, but she had still wanted to hear him tell her so and was glad she had waited, given him the time he’d needed.

“I know,” she said, breathless as she stroked over his back and shoulders. “I love you too. I think I knew it would be you, before we even met.”

He ducked his head, kissing her as he sank home. Greer’s breath caught, the discomfort momentarily outweighing the pleasure. He stroked her, kissing her until she relaxed, and the pleasure of having him inside her soon eclipsed all else. Though they remained quite still, her body clamoured around him, throbbing until he finally relented and moved, just a little, tilting her hips just so. The world whited out and she clung to him, shuddering in ecstasy, her pleasure driven higher as she heard him cry out. He trembled in her arms, jolting as his release tore through him. His heat filled her, drawing the moment on until they collapsed together, sweating and exhausted in a tangle of limbs.

His breath was a harsh rasp of damp heat against her neck, and she stroked his hair, beyond happy. Gradually he calmed, and they lay together, peacefully.

“You’re really rather good at that,” she observed earnestly.

He shook with laughter, burying his face in the pillow and snorting with amusement.

“What?” she asked, pushing at him.

He rolled to his side and pulled her back into his arms so that their faces were level. Laughter danced in his eyes as he struggled to keep a straight face.

“Th-Thank you, love,” he said, a trifle unsteadily. “I take that as a great compliment.”