Secret Heir (Dynasty #1)(81)
His words echo my own feelings, his desire mirrors my own and the connection that I feel to the elements seems like nothing compared to the one that I feel when I look at that impossibly perfect face. His beauty is utterly devastating and for a second, I can’t quite make myself believe that he’s real. That this is real.
Raph’s fingers move from my cheek, trailing down the side of my neck, until his hand finally rests on my chest. I know that he can feel my heart beating wildly and when I raise a shaky hand to his smooth chest, I can feel the running stag clamor of his heart, too.
“Your heart is beating so fast right now, Jaz,” he whispers, his voice sounding hoarse.
“So is yours,” I reply softly.
He smiles then, that heartbreakingly intimate smile that I know no one in this entire universe has seen but me.
“I want to touch you so badly, Jaz. Will you let me?” The plea melts away the fear and doubt, because although I know he can sense just how much I want him, he still asks for my permission.
I don’t trust myself to speak, so I plant a kiss on his smooth chest instead, right over where his heart is jackhammering like crazy. I nod up at him and I feel the shudder that races through his powerful body.
I hear the way his breath hitches as he leans down to kiss me again. But this time, the kiss is different. The way his lips touch mine is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. As limited as my kissing experience might be, I had no idea that a person could even be kissed like this—the awe, the tenderness, the reverence, all of it washes over me and I feel the kiss like a punch to my chest. Painful and exquisite, all at once.
I feel myself losing grip on all thought when Raph’s lips begin their descent. He lifts my body enough to remove my soaked t-shirt and he plants a delicate kiss on my shoulder as he gently eases both bra straps down. I feel him reach around me and with expert fingers, he unclasps the back. A moment later, my bra joins my t-shirt on the floor somewhere.
I’m now entirely naked from the waist up and I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my entire life. Raph pulls back and his eyes travel the length of my bare skin, from the peaks of my breasts to the valley of my bare stomach below. I feel the fire in his gaze, the hunger in his eyes, so deep and all-consuming, that it’s almost frightening. But I can feel how he’s holding himself back, controlling that desire. Part of me doesn’t want him to, the foolish part of me that’s as hungry for him as he is for me, wants to unleash all that he is and I want to burn in that fire.
The flames burning in the fireplace encase Raph’s golden body with its glow but I realize that Raph himself is glowing, too. His skin is radiating its own light and the sight is almost too beautiful to watch without coming apart.
“You’re glowing,” I say softly.
Our gazes lock and I meet his eyes unflinchingly, because when I say my next words, I want him to feel it in every fiber of his being.
“Touch me.”
The plea snaps whatever leash that Raph had been holding himself back with and like a beast freed of its tether, his body covers mine again. His mouth captures my breast and I hear myself cry out at the new and unfamiliar sensations raging through me. His hand grips my waist as he rolls his hips into mine, the hard length of him pressing against the softest part of me. Each thrust of his hips elicits a moan from my lips. I can feel the vibration of his responding groan against my breast as he continues to suck and lick at the soft skin.
His free hand comes up to cup my other breast, and the rough pads of his fingers against the softness, is almost too much to bear. I’m gasping out his name and I can feel his smile against my abdomen as he travels lower down my body. He wanted me to say his name again and he sure as hell is making it happen.
He pauses when he reaches the waistband of my jeans. His fingers hover over the button, but he looks back at me and waits. The silent request tugs at my chest and I can only nod in response, not trusting myself to speak.
My jeans are off in less than a second and I’m aware that the only piece of clothing left covering my body is the thin scrap of lace around my waist.
His hands tremble at my waist as he lowers the fabric, and I know he can feel me trembling, too. He catches the lace with his teeth and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy as he works the material down my thighs.
I know that he can sense my apprehension when that last piece of clothing joins the rest on the floor, because he slows down then, trailing soft kisses along the inside of my thigh. His kisses are traveling higher and soon his mouth will touch me where no other person has ever been. The thought terrifies me, but the want overpowers the fear, because I do want him. I want him so much.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you on that beach,” he says, and when I look down, I know I’m wrong about the sight of his teeth around my panties being the sexiest sight I’d ever seen, because the sight of that beautiful face between my legs, exceeds that by far.
His eyes are fixed onto the center of me, and he lets out a shuddering breath.
“God, Jaz, you’re so damn beautiful, every part of you.”
I don’t get a chance to respond, because a split second later I feel his mouth on me and the world, hell the entire universe disappears, leaving only the feeling of his mouth licking and sucking at the most intimate part of me. His mouth moves with a hunger that brands me, claims me and I let him lay that claim, because I want every inch of me to belong to him and only him.