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the closet and began undressing, still avoiding him, not
meeting his eyes as she kicked off her boots and stripped off
her clothes, brushing against him only inadvertently when she
leaned over to snatch up her jacket and hang it up. Raphael's
cock hardened at the sight of all that lovely skin, tightened
further as she opened the front closure on her bra and
removed it, then bent over to strip away the lacy bit of
underwear she wore. Making no effort to conceal the reaction
of his now naked body, he let his eyes roam along her curves,
pausing to admire her delicious breasts with their rosy tips
already swelling beneath his gaze. He growled hungrily and
looked up to find her watching him, hands resting on slender
hips, eyes sparking. She looked quite irresistibly seductive,
although he doubted that was the effect she was going for.
He suppressed the smile trying to curve his lips and met her
gaze, waiting.
"You trust her?" she asked suddenly.
Raphael's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Sophia?" he verified.
"Of course Sophia," she snapped. "Was there some other
fat Spaniard chick in that room tonight?"
Raphael almost choked trying not to laugh, and he had the
brief thought that it was a good thing she'd unloaded her
weapon already. "Why Spaniard?" he asked. "She flew here
from Brazil."
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"And I spent a summer in Paris when I was eighteen.
Doesn't make me French. She was spitting all over the carpet
when she reeled off that list of names. Trust me, her first
language is Castilian Spanish." Her eyes narrowed, studying
his response. "And she sure as hell liked you."
Raphael shrugged his dismissal. "She's an attractive
woman who's used to manipulating men with her looks."
"She'd have gone down on her knees and sucked you off in
front of everyone if you'd crooked a finger," she snarled.
Raphael lost the effort not to laugh, capturing her in his
arms before she could explode. He pushed her up against the
wall, trapping her there with his greater bulk, letting his
erection play between her silky thighs. "An exaggeration, my
Cyn. Are you jealous?"
"In your dreams, fang boy."
"In my dreams," he purred next to her ear. "There is no
one between my legs but you, lubimaya."
"Smart move since I'm the one lying next to you while you
sleep."
"It's late, sweet Cyn, or I'd give you a demonstration of
my dreams," he said, pretending exhaustion, leaning heavily
against her, maneuvering them both away from the wall until
they tumbled onto the bed. And then, with a quick, sure
move, he looped a big hand over her hip and snugged her
beneath him, leaning down to nuzzle her soft neck.
"I thought you were tired," she murmured, as his fingers
found their way over the smooth skin of her flat belly and
pushed her thighs open to delve into the velvet folds between
them.
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"I seem to have caught a second wind," he teased.
Her heart was pounding against his chest, her breath
warm puffs of air as she gripped his shoulders and her nails
dug into his flesh. "Raphael," she gasped, arching up against
him as he slipped one finger, then two, deep inside her. She
lifted her hips, thrusting against his hand and spreading her
legs wider, urging him deeper into her sweet, hot center,
smooth as satin and soaking wet eager for his touch, for his
invasion. He groaned, knowing there was, in truth, too little
time, though his cock strained painfully, eager to bury itself in
the volcanic heat of her luscious body.
Cyn mewed softly, wanting more, rubbing herself against
his hand, tightening her fingers in his hair and holding his
mouth against her neck in invitation. Raphael pressed his
tongue against the juicy swell of her jugular, but didn't take
her, not yet. Grinning at her groan of frustration, he licked his
way downward, dipping into the arch of her collar bone and
down further until he captured her nipple in his mouth, biting
gently. She cried out, hooking her leg around his hip, fucking
herself against his fingers. Without warning, he slid a third
finger inside her and began plunging in and out, mimicking
the action his cock was hungry for, taking pleasure in the
slick heat of her, in the trembling of her muscles, the small,
hungry noises she was making as her hips pumped up and
down, her breath coming in gasps as she whispered his name
over and over again, a prayer for release.
And still he waited, waited until she was all but screaming
his name, until she was clenched so tight around his fingers
that he could barely move his hand. He scraped his thumb
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lightly across her clit, circling it once, twice and a third time
before caressing it fully, rubbing back and forth until her
entire body spasmed beneath him, her silken walls
convulsing, her nipples so hard he could feel them like warm,
smooth stones against his chest. She sucked in a keening
breath, the air trapped in her lungs by the sheer magnitude of
her orgasm. He lifted his head and sank his fangs into her
neck, the rush of warm, sweet blood filling his mouth as she
climaxed again and her scream of passion filled his ears. He
held her tightly, reveling in the taste of her as she shuddered
beneath him, her inner muscles trembling around his fingers
as he stroked her over and over again, her body jolting as if
shocked every time his thumb caressed her swollen clit.
When at last she lay limp, her arms clinging to him weakly,
he retracted his fangs and licked the small wound closed.
Crooning wordless sounds of comfort, he pulled his fingers
gently from within the still trembling depths of her body, the
juices of her orgasm coating his fingers and trailing across her
abdomen as he wrapped his hand around her bare hip and
tucked her closer in the safety of his arms.
"I owe you a blow job," she murmured, already half asleep
as she curled into his embrace. His arms closed around her,
her bare breasts pressed against his chest, the thudding of
her heart a comforting metronome as he drifted closer to his
daytime sleep.
As the sun's glow lit the horizon, he smiled, thinking his
next awakening would be a sweet one. His final thought as
the sun crept fully into the morning sky and stole away both
his smile and his consciousness was that the night had ended
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all too easily. And Cyn hadn't said a word about his forbidding
her to go into town without him.
Raphael knew when Cyn slipped out of the bed they
shared. He watched in his dreams as she dressed quickly and
donned her weapon before kneeling on the bed next to him.
She leaned over and touched her lips to his in a good-bye
kiss. Raphael raged at her, their connection through the mate
bond strong enough that her eyes widened when his anger
struck hard at her consciousness. For a moment he thought
he read indecision on her face. But then, she drew a breath
and whispered, "I'll be fine. I promise."
And she was gone.
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