Chapter 364
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I lay flat on the mattress, the black sheets pulled all the way up to my shoulders to keep out the chill of the night air. I wasn’t cold at all, though. I was tucked tightly against the side of his warm body, wrapped completely in his
arms.
Raphael was fast asleep. His long, thick eyelashes were closed tight against his high cheekbones, and his chest rose and fell calmly. My head rested right on the center of his strong, hard bicep. It felt like a solid block of marble beneath my cheek, but it was the most comfortable pillow I had ever known in my entire life.
A small, soft smile pulled at the corners of my lips as I looked up at his face.
Raphael was a very deep sleeper, and that thought made my heart swell with a sweet, secret happiness. In the daytime, he was always so guarded. His eyes were constantly scanning the room, his jaw was always clenched tight.
But right now, he was sleeping so deeply, I could finally do what I always wanted to do. I could just look at him. I could touch him without him pulling away.
Slowly, carefully, I used just the very tip of my index finger. I started at the very top of his brow, right where his dark eyebrow began. I dragged my finger slowly across the soft hairs, following the sharp arch all the way to his temple. He didn’t move. He just let out a long, deep sigh through his nose, his chest expanding against my side.
I smiled wider, feeling a warm, sweet bubble of happiness rise up in my chest.
Next, I slid my finger down the high, straight bridge of his nose. It was a strong, perfect nose, and the skin was smooth and warm under my touch. From there, I moved my hand lower, tracing the edge of his cheekbone down to his jaw. My fingertips brushed against the rough, scratchy feel of his dark stubble. It tickled my skin, but I didn’t pull away.
I loved the contrast… how rough and hard he was, and how soft and safe I felt sleeping right next to him.
I pressed my cheek closer into his hard muscle, breathing in his familiar scent, dark soap, and the clean, fresh smell of the night air. With every single beat of his heart against my side, I could feel myself sinking down. I was falling deeper and deeper into a place where nobody could ever hurt me again.
I looked at his calm, sleeping face one last time, my heart aching with something so big it made it hard to breathe. I closed my eyes, letting his warmth pull me down into a deep, safe sleep.
I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I knew, a wet heat woke me straight out of my dream.
My eyes snapped open in the dark. The sheets were kicked all the way down to the bottom of the mattress, and the cool night air was hitting my bare skin but I wasn’t cold.
Between my legs, it felt like a burning hot fire.
I looked down immediately, my heart hammering violently against my ribs. In the morning light of the bedroom, I saw his dark head buried right between my thighs. Raphael wasn’t sleeping beside me anymore. He was wide awake, his hands gripped tight around my hips, his fingers digging so hard into my flesh they were going to leave bruises.
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And he was eating me out with a hunger that made my whole body go completely stiff with shock. His face was pushed deep into my wet slit, his tongue moving fast and hard. Every time his tongue licked straight up over my clit, a sharp, electric jolt shot right up my spine, making my toes curl into the dark sheets.
“Raphael,” I gasped out, my voice coming out as a high, breathless whine. I tried to pull my hips back, but his grip on my waist was like a pair of iron handcuffs. He wouldn’t let me move a single inch away from his mouth.
He let out a deep growl against my wet skin, the sound vibrating right inside my pelvis. He pushed his face in even deeper, his nose rubbing hard against me. He was sucking on my clit so hard it hurt, a good, messy kind of pain that made my mind go totally blank.
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