(18+)Chapter 60: I am not done yet.
Ava's POV
The second I whispered those words, “I need you”, Raphael’s entire demeanor changed. His eyes darkened, molten with hunger, and his control, the leash he always seemed to keep on himself whenever he was around me, finally snapped. The tension between us, that has been simmering for so long, erupted.
Before I could prepare myself, he had me pinned beneath him, his lips crashing against mine with a fervor that stole my breath. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing; this was desire unleashed, raw and unrelenting. His hands roamed my body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. I wanted him to touch me more, I wanted his hands everywhere.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Ava,” he growled against my lips, his voice a low rumble that made my stomach tighten with desire. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve ever craved.” He ran his tongue from my ear down to my neck. A delicious sensation flooded my stomach. I felt a wet sensation slipping down between my thighs.
His words, laced with both need and reverence, made me ache for him even more. Unable to bear the ache anymore, I took his face between my hands and held him down to meet my eyes “Then take me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Take everything.”
He didn’t need further encouragement. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck again, trailing a line of prickling sensation as his stubble scraped against my skin. I tilted my head back, giving him access, and he took full advantage, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just below my ear before soothing it with his tongue by licking gently.
“Mine,” he murmured against my neck, the single word filled with dark, unyielding promise. His hands slid under my shirt, skimming over my breast. I gasped at the feel of his touch against them, rough, warm, and utterly consuming. I wanted his mouth there as well. I wanted his tongue on my nipples as he was doing with my ears.
With one swift motion, he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, his eyes devouring me as I lay bare before him. “You’re beautiful, Mataki mou," he said, his voice rough with emotion, but his hands were anything but gentle as they claimed me and palmed my nipples.
Unrestrained moans that I couldn't hold in comes out of my mouth.
My own hands were restless as well, eager to touch and feel him. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel him against me, and he obliged, shrugging it off with a growl. The sight of him, hard lines and rippling muscles, made my breath hitch. He was raw power and he was mine.
I traced my fingers over his nipples, my touch light but deliberate, and his breath hitched.
“Ava,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to push him, to see how far he could go.
“You’re driving me mad, little one," he bit out, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. His body pressed against mine, every inch of his hard cock pressed against my hot cunt.
Unable to hold myself back, I began moving my hips, pressing my aching core against the hardness of his phallus through the thin fabric of his tunic. The friction was intoxicating, every motion sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my body. My nipples felt heavy as he tongued and sucked on them at the same time massaging them. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t temper the wild need building inside me.
“Hmm… Raphael,” I moaned, my voice trembling as I clung to him. “I need you. Please, I need you.”
“Do you want me to lose control?” he growled out.
“Yes,” I whispered, meeting his gaze. “I want all of you.”
That was all it took. He claimed my mouth again, his kiss bruising and desperate, his hands everywhere at once. He didn’t just touch me; he consumed me, leaving no part of me untouched, unexplored. His lips moved lower, trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, and further still until he got to my wet pussy.
I didn't wait for him. I lifted my hips, pressing my pussy against his mouth, desperate for him. Raphael looked up at me, surprised for a moment, but thank the goddess, he didn’t stop. Instead, he dived right in, his tongue working in and out of me with slow, deliberate strokes that had my entire body trembling.
“Raphael,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need....”
“I know what you need,” he interrupted, his voice dark and sinful, his hands slipping lower as they went in and out of core. “And I’ll give it to you. But not until I’ve had my fill.”
Every lick, every sloppy sound sent shockwaves through me, and his hands held my hips firmly in place, stopping me from moving too much, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
His free hand found my breast, his fingers teasing my sensitive nipple, and the dual sensations were overwhelming. My mind blanked, every coherent thought drowned out by the relentless pleasure he was giving me.
Then something changed. I didn’t know how or when, but his hand wasn’t on my breast anymore. Instead, it was replaced by a vibrating, cool, leaf-shaped steel that hummed against my sore, heavy nipples. The sensation was sharp and electrifying, unlike anything I’d ever felt.
" Goddess Raphael! What are you doing to me?"
" Nothing little one, just giving your body what it needs."
My back arched, a guttural moan spilling from my lips as he worked me into madness. His tongue moved deeper, twirling inside me with precision, finding that one spot that made me see stars. At the same time, his fingers focused on my clit, rubbing in perfect rhythm with the pulsing vibrations in my nipples.
It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop the wave building inside me. And then it hit.
A rush of liquid spilled from me, uncontrollable and raw, as my body convulsed with an ecstasy so powerful it left me breathless. The pleasure consumed me, crashing over me in waves that left me trembling and spent.
I didn’t know what had just happened, but as I lay there, gasping for air, I realized Raphael wasn't done with me yet.
“You’re mine, Ava,” he said, his voice firm but tender. “In every way that matters.”
“And you’re mine,” I whispered back, my heart full, my body aching but satisfied.
At that moment, as I lay in his arms, I knew I had given him everything, and I wouldn't ever regret a single thing.
" Don't sleep on me, little one. I am not done."
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