The Taste Of Revenge (War of Sins Book 1)

Rafaelo

It's her voice that I hear first—that sweet voice that soothed and consoled me when everything came crashing down.

The voice that had made me fall in love with her.

My feet move, my body drawn to the sound that has the ultimate power over me.

I walk and walk, lulled by the security I find in her soft and melodious tone.

Until I stop.

I see her in the distance. Her body half turned to me, she's gazing at me with confusion in her eyes. Her features are swathed in darkness and I can barely make out what she looks like.

But I know her.

I know her heart, and I can see deep into her soul. That's all that matters. Her looks are inconsequential as I know that her inner beauty shines so brightly it has the power to feed me like nothing else—revitalize me when I'm halfway to the grave and infuse power in my limbs when my strength leaves me.

A smile plays at her lips as she spots me, and she turns—slowly.

I don't even think as I start into a sprint, running to her, needing to have the physical confirmation that she is with me and this isn't a mirage.

My body makes contact with hers. Skin against skin as a jolt travels through my body at the divine feeling of being so close to her. As I wrap my arms around her form, feeling her warmth, a content sigh escapes me.

This is it.

This is heaven.

The scene soon shifts, and before I can blink, I find myself on a bed, naked and looming over her bare skin. My lips skim over the surface of her smooth stomach, laying soft kisses as I trail my way down. Her small whimpers of encouragement are everything I need to make sure I'm doing everything right.

I dig my fingers into the plush skin of her hips, feeling her soft flesh molding to my digits. Holding tightly onto her, I let my tongue peek out as I lick my initial into her skin, searing my possession of her.

'You're mine,' I whisper among peppered kisses, the need to own her growing to an unfulfilled crescendo—make her mine in a way that no one would dare contest.

'Yes,' her breathy voice goes straight to my cock as she urges me lower, her fingers in my hair as she guides me to her core.

Getting hold of her panties, I tug them down, easily slipping them off her legs.

It's only when I have her bared before me, her musky scent invading my nostrils, that I have to wonder how I've lived so far, my entire life flashing before my eyes and showing me my bleak existence before her.

I lay a chaste kiss to the top of her mound before going lower, parting her lips with my tongue for the first taste of her.

'Fuck,' a low groan escapes me. 'Fucking hell,' I curse as I dive in, lapping at her like a madman.

Her sounds are my guide as I learn her pleasure, the goal of her climax spurring me forward to give it my best.

It's only when she comes with my name on her tongue while mine is still filled with the flavor of her that I go up for air, gliding up her body and reaching for a kiss.

'Raf,' she whispers as she turns her eyes on me—those hazel eyes that have no equal in this world.

Her features are brought into focus, a bright new clarity entering my mind as I peruse every inch of her.

'Noelle,' her name is wrenched from my lips as I stare into her more than perfect face—that work of art that's become right at home haunting my dreams and making me slowly die with unreleased tension.