Blue | Rafe Cameron

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I gasp at the feeling of my lips touching his, my body inevitably arching toward him, needing to feel every inch of his bare skin against me.

It was the kind of kiss you read about in books and watch in movies, the kind that makes your body tingle, your head spin and takes away every inch of breath from your lungs, leaving you reeling and fighting for more.

There's a hunger in Rafe's response to me, his arms curving around my waist, his ringed fingers digging into the flesh at my hips, at my thighs, pulling me closer, so close that I don't know where he ends, and I start. I follow suit, unable to keep my hands away, wanting to explore every inch of him, to memorise him.

My hands instinctively trace up his neck and I curve my fingers into the soft, long strands of his hair, the hair that has been a bane, taunting me for weeks. Feral delight ripples through my core at the gravelled groan that slips from Rafe's lips and into my mouth when I scratch and pulls at the strands, every fantasy and desire come to life.

I mewl as his tongue slips into mine, his kiss battling and dominant, overtaking, controlling, and I am more than content to follow the lead he sets. I taste the faint bittersweetness of alcohol on his tongue and the ecstasy that transcends me has me gasping, moaning, dizzy and lost in every touch and feel and swipe of his tongue.

My body is alight with fire, my blood boiling, and veins electric as he swipes his tongue against mine and as I curve my spine, arching into his ravenous kiss and his needy, gripping hands, my breasts brush his bare chest, and the spark that runs through my sensitive nipples has me crying out.

Rafe uses that moment of pure unparallel pleasure, and I watch, breathless and dizzy as he pulls back from me, and the crazed, manic glaze that shines in the intoxicating blue of his eyes as he rakes his gaze over my undone figure is enough to utterly ruin me.

"Rafe," I whisper breathlessly, my nails running down his hair and digging into the back of his neck, I'm impatient and needy, desperate for his lips back on mine, but he doesn't relent. No, I watch as his chest rises and falls, sharp and erratic, his adoring and feral eyes never once leaving me.

He watched me as if I were every dream he'd ever had come to fruition.

And he wasn't going to waste a single second.

My eyes flutter shut and a gasp slips from my mouth as Rafe latches back onto me, but this time, he descends to my throat, scraping, brutal kisses up and down the column, sparking my entire body at the fierce touch.

I pant as he seeks out more from me, his wet kiss trailing down from my jaw to my neck, following the erratic pulse point there, teeth grazing against the skin, setting my body alight. I make a keening noise at the back of my throat, unfamiliar to my own ears as his mouth descends.

I moan breathily, my legs instinctively locking behind his back as his mouth and hot tongue latch to the curve of my neck and collarbone, the spot so insignificant to me until right now.

Electricity runs through me as he sucks on that sensitive point, his head fitting in the curve just right, before he bites down on that spot, making me squirm in a fog of pleasure and pain, before running his tongue soothingly over it.

I can barely breathe, small and encouraging moans and whimpers escaping me as he grazes from my neck further down to my chest, pulling down my damp top to reveal the cup of my bra and again his mouth attaches to the top of my breast, a low hum of approval vibrating through him as his hand cups and kneads my breast, rough and needy.

There's no thought in mind but him, Rafe's hands, his lips, his tongue, his touch, his kiss, him.

I groan, my hand cupping Rafe's face in mine and despite his displeased growl, I pull his face up from my chest and back to my lips, needing to taste him again.