Alpha's Faire

XXVIII 🔥🔥🔥

"Jexanna. I'm about to lose control with you," he replied lowly in a smooth tone. "We will end up breaking lots of things in this space, and I'd prefer if one of those things were not you."

Jexanna knew she was toying with a potentially dangerous situation. He could easily snap her entire body in the middle of it. But she didn't care, she wouldn't go down that easily. She had training, but that didn't exclude the fact that the risk remained.

"Let me bring you in on a little secret then," Jexanna whispered wickedly. "This whole floor is soundproof. You can lose control. I want you to lose control. Right now, it's just about you and me—" The reaction was like pouring gasoline on TNT. Raphael immediately shot up from his knees and kissed her so fervently, so passionately, it made her toes curl. His body desperately clung hers against his so tightly, that her soft round mounds were firm against the stone wall of his muscles. She dug her nails into his shirt.

They began once more to vie for control. But this time, it wasn't just a battle of the tongues. It was everywhere. Raphael's hand groped her swollen bosom, massaging it so well, flicked and circled her erect nipple, sending ripples of electricity and pleasure through Jexanna. She shivered in response but didn't allow herself to be distracted. No, this was an exchange of themselves, their desires, their frustration, and their passion. It was about using all of those things to help create the most intense pleasure not only for themselves but the other as well.

The shirt was now ripped off his back, she clung her fingers against his bareback before she wrapped her legs around his waist this time. Jexanna ensured that her entrance was taut against his thick, tumescent member. She ground her hips against him, rubbing against it between the material.

"Jexanna," Raphael grunted as he pulled her off the counter, supporting her with a hard clasp of her perky ass. He didn't separate himself from her lips longer than what was necessary. Raphael would only speak when there was an opportune moment between their heated exchange.

"Room."

Another desperate crash to the lips, as his teeth sucked on her bottom lip, pulling it out. Jexanna moaned and licked his lip in return.

"Now."

"Red." She murmured, ready to take this to the next level. Raphael's hands moved up and down her ass cheeks, tracing every curve, feeling for what needed to be removed, until he was satisfied. His fingers landed on the top of the seam and began to pull down as his eyes searched the apartment for a fucking red door. There nestled at the end of a hallway, stood a set of three doors, each a different color. And he found the red door at the very end.

"Thank the goddess." He muttered under his breath as Raphael moved quickly as he had to stop the wordless exchange their mouths completed. But that didn't stop the woman in his arms. No, she was efficient, effective, and targeted. She ran her lips up and down his neck, nipping and biting at all the sweet spots.

Each step he took, the desire and urge to take her on the floor, the wall, the door. He stopped right in front of the red door and it was at that moment that he could feel his last string of logic begin to snap. Raphael growled into the nape of her neck.

"Just remember, you wanted this."

"No, you don't forget that."

Raphael growled. The fucking nerve of this woman.

"I need you to remember that." She affirmed once more, placing her hands on both sides of his face, pulling him to meet her dark sapphire gaze. Her eyes stared into his. "I want this. I want you to not hold back, to fuck me deep and hard. Don't forget it." She wanted to remind him that she was a willing participant. This was consensual.