The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Daphne's POV What's happening here?

The question that flashes in my head doesn't stop me from kissing Raphael. Neither does knowing that we need to talk first. Instead, I tighten my grip around his neck and try to pull him closer to my body.

Raphael's lips leave mine and seek a path down my body, starting from my neck which he lavishes with nips and bites.

When he gets to the round neck of the shirt that I chose to wear to bed, he simply lifts my shirt until it gets to under my chin, effectively exposing my breasts. Taking advantage of that, he lowers his head and closes his lips over my left nipple, making my back arch off the sofa as I try to offer him more of me.

I want his lips all over my body and it's insane the way his touches and kisses have this effect on me. While he's showering my chest with kisses, I struggle to pull off my shirt completely and slide my fingers into his hair.

"Raphael," I moan softly, and his head lifts. His eyes lock with mine and what I see in them has me gasping. His eyes are the darkest t h a t I've e v e r s e e n .

"I need you, Daphne," he groans as he slides back up my body and takes my lips into another kiss.

"Have me"" I whisper into the kiss, not caring how insane I sound With a soft kiss on my lips, he reaches down and slides my pajama bottom down my legs, throwing it to the side once it's off my body. The contract between my nakedness and his fully clothed body brings an ache between my legs that has me clenching my thighs together.

Resting on his knees on either side of my legs, Raphael reaches for the ends of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one go. My breath hitches as I get a good look at his chest. My gaze follows a light trail of hair that disappears into his trousers. I suddenly had a beef to pick with those blasted ugly jean trousers.

A laugh from Raphael has my head lifting to find him looking at me with amusement. "If you hate my trousers so much, why don't you take them off me?"

How did he notice that? There's no way he read my thoughts or did I say them outloud?

"You were glaring at it and seeing how compliant you are with what we're doing, I assumed that it wasn't my dick that was in trouble."

I blush before remembering what he said. "You want me to take it off?"

A cocky lift of his brow. "I helped you with your clothes so it's only fair that you do the same for me." He gestures to his trousers with a tip of his head and my gaze falls to the bulge hidden beneath it.