My little eye
Raphael’s POV
“My king, I’ve brought your meal,” a maid said, her voice trembling.
These people! They’re always interrupting us. Grey grumbled in my mind. I agreed with him. It's getting annoying. I just wanted some alone time with my mate. Is that too much to ask?
“Come in,” I growled, showing my frustration. I wanted to add “and get out,” but I held back. The maid entered with four others, setting my meal down.
I didn’t stand up from where I sat. I stayed seated, shielding Ava, knowing she wouldn’t want to be seen by the maids. I waited for them to finish setting the dishes so I could tell them to leave.
I wasn’t hungry for the food they brought. My meal was lying on the bed. I just wanted to eat her, to make her feel good and protect her. I wanted to be the first thing she thought of when she woke up.
“My king, is there anything else you need?” the head maid asked. I recognized her, she’s been serving me for a while now.
“No, you can leave,” I replied impatiently. They hurried out, but I stopped them with my next words.
“None of you are allowed to come back until you’re called.”
“We understand, my king!” they chorused together, then rushed out, closing the door behind them.
I turned my attention to Ava, who was lying on the bed, looking flushed and beautiful. I wanted to pick up where we left off, but I wasn’t sure if she was hungry.
“Come, let’s eat,” I said, stretching my hand out to her. I know I’m not one for many words, but that only happens when I’m around her. She takes my breath away.
She took my hand, and I gently lifted her from the bed, placing her on my lap. She wriggled her hips, trying to stand up.
I placed my hands on her hips. “Stop it, Mataki mou,” I growled softly into her ear. “If you don’t want me to lose control, you should stop moving.” She froze instantly, her face flushing pink from embarrassment.
“What did you call me?” she asked shyly, looking up at me.
“Mataki mou,” I repeated, trying hard not to rub my cock against her, though I wanted to.
“What does it mean?” she whispered, her voice soft.
“My little eye,” I replied. I decided to let go of my restraint.
I moved her hips against me. I wanted her so badly, but I knew if I went further, she might not be able to compete in the Arcane competition.
“A-ahh, Raphael,” she moaned, breathing fast.
“I want you so badly. I want to be inside you. I want to hear you scream my name and mine alone,” I whispered in her ear. I meant every word.
“Raph...ael,” she mumbled. I moved one of my hands to her chest, rubbing on the rosy pink nipple that had become hard begging for my attention. I massaged, tongue, and sucked on the other one.
“Arghhhhh… Raphael! That feels so good. I don't know what's happening to me.” She continues rocking her hips on my cock. The only barrier between Ava and my cock is my stupid tunic that I had on.
Still, it was enough, more than enough. “It’s nothing bad, little one. Your body just wants me,that's why moving you are moving and rocking your pussy against my cock. It wants pleasure and it wants me.” I whispered softly into her ear.
I maneuvered my hand and placed it on her clit. I rubbed on it gently at first. I love how it drives her wild and then increases my pace. I love her little whimpers and intoxicated moans of pleasure.
I could feel my climax approaching, but I wanted her to finish first while I held her. I gently slipped a finger inside her, and the tightness felt amazing. It was as if my cock was wrapped in her warmth. I moved my finger a little higher and found that special spot that drove her wild.
“Oh, goddess, Raphael! Please, please don’t stop!” she begged.
“Stop? Never, I won't stop until every single ounce of pleasure flows out.” I growled, adding another finger. I wanted to make her feel good, nothing else mattered.
She moaned louder. “I feel so full, Raphael.”
“It’s okay. I’m just getting you ready. My cock is bigger than this,” I said, thrusting my fingers deeper. I wanted her to experience all the pleasure she could handle.
I moved my hips to meet hers as I slid my fingers in and out of her. Our climax hit us really hard like an expected hurricane. Ava screamed and shook in my arms. I held her close and hugged her tightly through it all.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then she lifted her head to meet my eyes.
“Why does it always feel so good?” she asked. I burst out laughing, surprised by her question and her innocence.
“I don’t have an answer, Ava,” I replied, my voice warm with hidden laughter.
“Are you sure? Or do you just not want to tell me?”
She was so cute. She was worth the wait.
“It’s because you are the center of my world,” I said without thinking.
I wanted to give her more time to heal and forget about Landon, but she was so adorable while asking me that I couldn’t help it. Still, I didn’t want her to feel pressured by my feelings.
“Raphael… I”
“I don’t want you to feel pressured by my feelings,” I interrupted, knowing somehow what she was going to say.
“No, I’m not feeling pressured. You make me feel safe, but there’s something I have to take care of first,” she said seriously, her expression turning cold. I realized she was thinking about her past.
“Are you going to compete in the Arcane competition tomorrow?” I asked, trying to change the subject since I knew she wasn’t ready to talk about her past.
“Yes, and I plan to win.”
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