Bred In Violence (A Mafia Romance Book One) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏

Chapter 28

I don't just want you to come. I want you to come undone.
~Kelly Moran~

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This is a bit steamy. This is where explicit starts.

I'm not really good with those, so don't judge me too much. 😉

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Raphael

Having Sophie almost naked in my bed, in my arms, was a fantasy I have fed on from the moment I saw her. It has been torturous sleeping beside her every night and not actually having her. It is a miracle that I managed to sleep at all, yet I did; sleeping beside Sophie is an experience I can never trade for anything.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes darkening in lust, her nipples proudly peaking. She pressed herself against me, as hungry for me as I was for her. I was engraved in her; her soft, breathy sounds drove me insane, her scent, the feel of her in my arms, the race of her heart in mine almost become my undoing.

I pulled myself off to rid of my clothes, but she pulled me back. "No, don't stop," she gnawed in desperation.

"It's impossible for me to stop this willingly," I muttered with charged urgency. "I just want to take off my clothes."

I took off my shirt, hastily unfasten my trousers, and resumed kissing her; the kiss turned too hard, savage and urgent. I almost lost control when she wound her beautiful legs around my waist, her feminine part pressed against my very aroused body.

I undressed her, kissing every inch of her until she was naked to my eyes. 'Oh, how beautiful you are, cara, you're magnificent. I voiced hoarsely; I couldn't stop marveling at how perfect she looked.

Murmuring incoherently, I touched her breast, kissed her nipples, and she came straight up off the bed as my mouth increased the pressure using my tongue; she arched involuntarily, shivered, and moaned.

"Oh babe, I have wanted you for so long." I pulled her closer to a much more intimate position that made her shudder; I felt like I was burning; I was hot, in pain. The desire I felt for this woman was indescribable. She was beautiful, honest, and mine. I did not deserve her, but I did not give a fuck; she was mine.

Her nails bit into my shoulders, but I felt no pain, just pleasure, her body molded into mine; I moved in motion down her body, kissing her stomach, her thighs, while her small cries pushed me further to her feminine core. My fingertips circled around her secret mold, she jolted, closing her legs tightly.

"Don't cara, open your legs for me. Yes, just like that," I said, groaning, my finger easing into her, she arched, she moaned, I kissed her hungrily, taking in her moans, I did not know where her body began and where mine ended-I only felt sensations I had never felt before.

I wanted to consume her, mark her as mine forever. Feeling her small fingers around me almost brought me to my knees. I almost came.

I jerked. "Don't, sweetheart," I breathed, removing her hands.

'Did I do something wrong?"

"No, cara, it was perfect, but if you continue to do that, this is going to end faster than you think. I want to give you pleasure before I get mine," I whispered huskily.

She looked at me, perplexed, in awe, and adorably shy.

I have been with women since I could remember, and I have always been in control; but with Sophie, it was different, she can play me like a piano, and I wouldn't know how to stop her.

There was hardly any words to describe how I felt making love to Sophie; It was like being high; the emotions I felt consumed me to the core; our bodies moved in sync. I felt sweat dribbling for exerting a lot of energy from plunging into her and get the release I so craved for.

"Please...Please Raphael," She moaned as I kissed her inner thigh, stopping slightly to pull her to my mouth, softly blowing her, causing her to gasp as I kissed her, hearing the muffled sounds she made.

" I can't take it anymore, Raphael," She hissed, her hands holding tight to my head.

"Yes, you can" She twisted her body undulated to the motion of my mouth. She sobbed, shivered like she was feeling cold, then she finally bust out like an explosion. It was poignant, peaceful, and I was damn proud I made her come. The satisfaction I felt was undeniable, but it was still hard.

The exquisite feeling of her lethargic body slumped against me was a new experience; I have never let any other woman sleep with me after sex, neither have I ever orally satisfied any. I have always satisfied every woman I've ever had sex with, but never like this. This right here was personal; This was a claim. I was claiming her, and damn it if I wouldn't kill for her.

She was drowsy, almost like she was struggling to stay awake, but when I tried to move, her arms tightened around me while she mumbled incoherently. I could still feel the loud beat of my heart.

"Babe, I need to move off you."

"I love it when you call me babe," She said, loosening her arms but still holding onto me. She opened her eyes, gazing softly at me; I felt taken, bewitched, or whatever the hell people called it. Her blue eyes focused on me. She looked at me like I meant the world to her like the sun shone and set with me. Damn it; she was in love with me!

It made me uncomfortable, yet it also fed my ego; I figured she wouldn't leave me if she found out who I was.

"I like calling you babe too."

"Really?" She poked my ribs, smirking at me. "You only call me babe when you're kissing me, when you're on top of me, or when you're trying very hard not to make love to me.

"Speaking about making love..." I said as I started kissing her.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want you ever to regret this" Her body rubbed against me, which was more than the encouragement I needed.

I pushed into her, she shrieked, trying to move from me, my body automatically became immobile. I gazed at her; my girl looked scared. "I'm sorry, babe, give it a minute, it's going to be okay, I'm going to make it okay; look at me, keep your eyes on me," I whispered.

"Remember the day we met?" my body was embarrassingly trembling; her body felt like satin beneath mine. I felt her nod. "When you brought me to see this house, and I found you lying in this same bed? I wanted to get in there and do this with you. I have wanted to do this with you from the moment I saw you; I can't stop thinking about you, I hate it, but I don't seem to stop myself."

She had relaxed. She smiled-a woman smile-a haughty smile. She knew what she was doing to me. I moved, my fingers in her hair, her fingers tightened on my shoulders, arching her hips to meet my thrush; I moaned. She was exquisite, and she was mine. I braced on my forearms, hovering over her body to make sure I did not crash her, but Sophie pulled me back, kissing me; she felt so good my vision blurred.

"Raphael," She whispered.

My heart hammered with the way she said my name, like a benediction, her eyes looking dreamy, unfocused. I stroked her body, breathing into her ear, bumping slowly. Her body started to tremble; mine felt hot-like. I was about to fall, and I did fall, taking Sophie with me. Only our heavy breathing could be heard for a long time, but I did hear Sophie say she loved me. It was a whisper, maybe she did not want me to hear it, but I did.

I knew that I would remember how I felt at this moment for the rest of my life. How she felt in my arms, her fragrance, the little sounds she made, how I felt inside of her. She was my weakness, I felt too much for her, but I will never tell her that.

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