Chapter 42: FORTY TWO

RAFFAELE

By the time Celestia recovered from her daze, I had slipped her into the clothes and brought her back to the villa. There was no way I was taking her against the wall or over a desk when I saw the look in her eyes – the look of a woman who was willing to stake it all to taste the pleasure she had never had in her life.

And I, for one, wasn’t going to deny her anything because somehow, I did not want to. As forbidden and brutal as it was, I was drawn to her every bit the way she was.

I wanted her.

I wanted her more badly than the next breath, and if that wasn’t madness, I would not know anything else.

I savored every moment of her submission, drank in the look in her eyes, and watched her bask and glow of wild abandoned passion. An acute sense of possessiveness hit me with the force of a truck. Celestia was swinging from pain and pleasure, and to know that I was the first man to make her relish it all, I felt fucking territorial.

She was mine – every ingredient of her composition was mine until I set her free.

A part of knew that I was walking towards my own doom, but somehow I did not care. I could not go back to not wanting her anymore.

Not a word passed between us as we crossed the living room and climbed through the stairs, heading to her room. A couple of staff crossed our paths, and while some of them were in a bit of shock by the sight of us, the other curtsied formally.

Celestia gave me a worried look as to what others might have deduced the way I was holding her arm, but I didn’t care at the moment. The household staffs were well-paid and well-selected to know better than to indulge themselves in gossips – least of all about me. And even if by a fault they do, they would be relieved of their duties so fast that their head would spin.

“Shit. They saw it,” Celestia mumbled the second we crossed the threshold of her room, and I shut the door.

“What?” I asked, edging towards her as she sat on the foot of the bed. The nervousness was etched everywhere over her face.

Celestia’s room might have been spacious, sleek, and simple in design with cozy beige and blue accents, but it was still underrated as compared to mine. Unfortunately, this crazy girl vandalized it, and we were stuck in a mediocre bedroom.

“They kind of guessed that…what we did,” she stuttered. I didn’t know if she was embarrassed by what we did or for being judged by others. Either way, she should not have been.

I bent down and rested my palms on her knees that shivered her a little. “First of all, you need to stop worrying. What we did was nothing compared to what I want to do to you,” I declared with every inch of honesty in my word. Her eyes searched mine, and if she could see it too, she would know.

“Secondly, and most importantly, I don’t give a damn about the opinion of household staffs, who are overpaid to do their jobs and nothing else.”

Anger and indignation scattered her features. “Of course you don’t care if they would think I am a slut!”

How in the name of hell she could think of herself like that?

My fingers bunched her hair and yanked back the head so she could accurately see the brown of my eyes and the clarity of every word spoken to her. “If you ever utter that word for yourself or anything synonymous to that, I swear, Celestia, I would hurt you, and not in a way that you would like very much. Do you understand?”

She gulped as I watched her throat worked the lump down. The sight was tempting. I wanted to kiss away and sunk my teeth to mark her skin, and my control was threadbare.

I tugged harder while sinking a hand into the neckline of her dress. “I asked you something, Celestia,” I rasped against her lips, barely touching.

“Yes…yes, I understand.”

Giving in to the temptation, I retracted my hands and then kissed her briefly.

“Good.” My voice transitioned to deeper, steelier tones. “I want you naked to my eyes first. And then you are going undress me.”

Without a second beat, Celestia grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. It was beautiful for once to watch her body react to carnal domination before her mind. And as she stood before me in her naked glory, it was hard not to pin her down and take her ruthlessly.

Even though she began to unbutton my shirt, her smouldering gaze was fixed on me like she was looking for salvation into my dark soul.

When she shrugged the shirt off me, her nibble fingers traced the contour of my torso, acquainting herself with every part of me. And I simply took in her beauty – the serenity of her features as against mine.

“I haven’t seen anything like you,” she admitted in a whisper. And then a small laugh passed through her lips. “Maybe because…I have never been with a man.”

The simplicity of those words was so raw and yet so beautiful, it took my breath away. “Then I will make sure that you remember every moment of this, Celestia. Every moment of us.”

Goosebumps raised across her naked flesh as she silently absorbed the words and fell down to her knees to undo the belt and zipper. I laved up every detail of her muted submission as she tugged down my jeans and briefs and freed my erection.

Celestia boldly wrapped her warm fingers around the shaft – teasing, playing…wanting. And I was beyond dizzy to stop her exploration. For the first time, the control was slipping between my fingers and unsettled me in a way I allowed it to be.

“Jesus, woman, stop teasing me,” I practically growled and threaded my fingers into her hair once again to pull her up, but it was too late.

Her lush lips enveloped my girth so quickly I could barely gasp, let alone stop her. Every muscle in my body went taut, and for the first time in my life, I thought I would simply explode.

“Celestia, don’t,” I groaned weakly, fighting to keep my eyes on her.

Her seeming inexperience emerged as she barely took in the head, but it was enough to drive me crazy. My heartbeat roared so loudly, and my groin tightened with a desire so fierce, I almost doubled over.

The boldness was so vivid, it blinded me. The last thing I expected was for her to give me head by herself.

Thankfully, the moment she pulled out of her untutored mouth and gulped for air, I snatched the moment to bring her body and lay her down on the bed.

“Stay down,” I ordered, panting. “If I lose any more of my control, trust me, sweetheart, you are going to hate me tomorrow.”

A confused frown decorated her brows until I retrieved the silver packet from the discarded clothes on the floor and climbed over to straddle her thighs.

“Did you…and her?” She left the question unfinished as I gloved up and shook my head. Slowly, I climbed on top of her and straddled her thighs.

“No. We were scening,” I replied, running my fingers over the smoothness of her bareness. “We might have…until you showed up.”

“How inopportune,” she smiled. An angel and siren rolled in one.

“Oh, you are going to pay for this now, little mix.” I curved over and slid two fingers into her wet channel as she arched her hips in response. Either she was begging for more or writhing with the fullness – or maybe both. Pain and pleasure braided into her features so intricately, all Celestia could do was moan and whimpered into it.

“Raffaele…” her head lolled back as I felt a small tremor pass through her.

“I will try not to hurt much if you don’t fight,” I rasped in her ears and kissed the curved bone. “You are not going to fight me, right bambi?”

Celestia slowly opened her eyes, mirroring the same haze of lust in mine, and slowly shook her head. Replacing my fingers with the throbbing cock, I slowly pushed into her, forcing one astonished gap after another.

She cried out as the sensation swamped over her, writhing and keening under my hold.

“Tell me if it’s unbearable,” I whispered even though I could barely hold myself. It was true that she always brought out the animal in me, but I wasn’t going to be one when she gave me a sanctified part of herself.

I watched her eyelids flutter shut, and a small tear rolled down the corner. Her lips parted, breathing my name in a whisper, “Raffaele…”

The sound was barely audible, but I felt it. I felt it over my skin like the softest of summer breeze, and I had never felt anything like that.

I have had women in my bed who chanted my name in lust, hunger, greed, and all things materialistic but never a woman who uttered my name with grace and reverence.

And Celestia Donovan just gave me what the entire wealth of the world could never buy.

She was priceless.

Just like her name.

Divine and seraphic.

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