Free Betrayed by D. B. Reynolds Page A

down her arms than Raphael was on her, driven by the need to taste every inch of her soft, golden skin. He started at her neck and moved downward, kissing an elegant shoulder, closing his teeth over her fragile clavicle. He snarled when she gripped his hair, trying to urge him down even further, then smiled privately when he resisted, and she cried out in frustration. He lingered over her shoulders longer than he would have otherwise, to demonstrate his dominance, but mostly to torment her . . . until she curled one long leg around his back and, humming in satisfaction, began to pleasure herself against his thigh, digging her nails into his back to hold him in place.
    Raphael growled and pushed up, trying to dislodge her leg, but she held fast. Unwilling to use his full strength for fear of hurting her, he shifted his attention to her breasts instead, rolling one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching it until it was fairly bursting with blood. And all the while he had the other plump pearl in his mouth, sucking, twirling his tongue over and around until he could feel the blood beneath the surface, eager to be tasted. He bit down gently, barely closing his teeth over her flesh. Cyn shivered beneath him, then grew still, waiting.
    He stroked his tongue roughly over the tender nub, then lifted his mouth and blew on the flushed, wet tip of her breast. Cyn groaned and flexed her hips against him urgently. But Raphael only smiled in satisfaction and turned to her other breast, the nipple already primed by the attention of his fingers, already flushed with desire, plump and firm as the ripest cherry. Raphael admired the luscious beauty of it, but only for a second. Such prime flesh was not to be wasted on the eyes; it was meant to be savored.
    He took her breast into his mouth, sucked hard once, then bit down. Cyn screamed, her body arching beneath his as the first spark of orgasm shocked along her nerve endings. Raphael lapped up the small drops of blood, caressing her breast with his tongue. Cyn was panting now, her hips thrusting rhythmically, a constant movement against his groin, his cock slipping and sliding in the wetness between her thighs.
    But he wasn’t finished yet. He took her other breast into his mouth, plumping the nipple once again, until it, too, begged for his succor. Pressing the length of his fangs into the delicate flesh, he dragged their sharp points along the sweet curve of   her breast until they bracketed the swollen tip. Cyn’s fingers scraped against his scalp, as she urged her breast into his mouth, causing the edge of his fangs to prick the rosy flesh of her areola. Cyn groaned with pleasure, her head tossing and back and forth, her body all but rippling beneath him.
    Raphael licked once at her breast, lapping up the last taste of her, then lifted his hips and, in a single, smooth movement, slipped the head of his cock into the velvety, wet folds between her legs and thrust forward, burying himself in the welcoming heat of her body.
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    Cyn thrashed beneath Raphael’s big body, loving the feel of his weight crushing her into the bed, but wanting to scream with frustration at her inability to make him move! He was teasing her, toying with her. She humped his leg furiously, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. She could feel the thickness of his cock against her thigh and wanted it deep inside her so badly. But at the same time, everything else he was doing felt so damn good she never wanted him to stop. It was glorious and frustrating at the same time. She wanted to feel him everywhere. Wanted him to keep licking and kissing and, yes, biting, too. But she wanted him inside her, wanted him—
    Raphael bit down on her sensitive nipple, and she screamed as ecstasy stroked every nerve in her body with a satin touch. Raphael hummed with satisfaction as he licked up the warm blood she could feel rolling down the curve of her breast. She drew a sobbing breath, hoping he would