STRANGE LOVE | RAFE CAMERON |

CHAPTER 18: | I WISH COULD TAKE YOU WITH ME |

Rafe stirred as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on his back and the comforting presence of Allison beside him. She was still asleep, her breathing slow and steady, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside him. He found himself watching her, captivated by the serenity on her face—a look that always brought him a rare sense of peace.

Rafe shifted closer, his movement deliberate and tender, as if afraid to disturb the quiet moment. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, then another just beneath her ear, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of her skin. He continued down her neck, his lips trailing a path that was both loving and urgent, as if each kiss was a silent apology for the secrets he held. When he reached the edge of the sheets, he carefully pulled them down, revealing more of her bare skin to the morning light. His kisses grew more purposeful as he moved lower, his lips brushing over her breasts, then down her stomach, until he felt her stir beneath his touch.

Allison's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting Rafe's as she blinked herself awake. "What are you doing?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Rafe's heart swelled at the sight of her, her disheveled hair and sleepy expression making her all the more beautiful. "Just giving you goodbye kisses before I leave," he replied, his voice low and warm, tinged with a hint of sadness. He kissed her lower stomach, savoring the small gasp that escaped her lips.

Allison's smile deepened, though there was a trace of something else in her eyes—a flicker of worry, of unease. But as Rafe continued his trail of kisses, her doubts were momentarily swept away by the sensation of his touch, his fingers sliding through her already wet folds with practiced ease. The intensity of his gaze as he looked up at her sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't resist.

Rafe groaned softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as he ran his tongue across her sensitive flesh, tasting her deeply. The taste of her was intoxicating, a reminder of the passion that had always existed between them, even when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

"Fuck," Allison whimpered, her hips bucking up instinctively, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.

Rafe tightened his grip on her hips, holding them down with a firm yet gentle hand, his control over her body absolute. He sucked on her clit with deliberate slowness, his tongue moving in ways that made Allison's head spin. Her hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as she tried to hold on to something, anything, to keep herself grounded. But the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her, pulling her under.

Her other hand clenched the sheets, the fabric bunched up in her fist as her body arched off the bed, her legs spreading wider to give him better access. Rafe took full advantage, thrusting his tongue inside her, the sensation making her jerk up into him. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as she surrendered completely to the feelings he was evoking in her.

Rafe thrusted his index finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate at first, but quickening as her moans grew louder, more insistent. He added another finger, thrusting harder, deeper, all while his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. He was relentless, determined to draw every ounce of pleasure from her body.

Allison's vision blurred as the tension inside her built to a breaking point. The orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her body shaking violently in its wake. She gasped for breath, her muscles contracting around Rafe's fingers as he kept her on the edge, prolonging her pleasure until she was utterly spent.

Rafe pressed soft, reverent kisses to her inner thighs as he slowly withdrew his fingers, his touch soothing in the aftermath of the storm. He moved back up her body, trailing his lips over her heated skin until he was hovering above her once more, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper, something that made Allison's heartache.