Chapter 43

Chapter 43
Warning:. Explicit Content

Raelyn’s POV

His mouth crashes into mine the second the door clicks shut. Just Rafael, hard and hungry, lifting me like I weigh nothing and slamming my back against the dresser.

My legs wrap around his waist on instinct grinding against denim until the friction makes me moan into his kiss.

“ Take off your clothes.Now,” he growls, and I’m already ripping his shirt over his head. My sweater hits the floor, bra next.

He doesn’t bother with the clasp,just yanks it down and sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. I arch my back, fingers digging into his scalp, begging without words.

He drops to his knees, drags my panties down in one rough pull. I’m bare, dripping, and he doesn’t waste a second. His tongue finds my clit, licking hard, then soft, then fucking sucking until my knees buckle.

I grip the dresser edge, my thighs shaking as he shoves two fingers inside me, curling and pumping, stretching me open while his mouth works me over.

“Rafael—fuck—” I come hard, pulsing around his fingers, my juices coating his hand. He licks me clean like he’s starving, then stands, shoves his boxers down, and his cock springs free.

Thick, veined already leaking at the tip. I drop to my knees before he can move, wrap my lips around the head and suck. He groans, hips jerking, one hand fisting my hair.

I take him deeper, swirling my tongue in, throat relaxing until he hits the back. He curses in Italian, thrusts shallow, then pulls out with a wet pop.

“ I don't want to finish inside your mouth. Go to bed. Ass up.”

I scramble onto the mattress, on all fours. He came behind me in a heartbeat, one hand spreading me open, the other guiding his cock to my entrance.

He rams in with one brutal thrust that fills me to the hilt. I scream into the pillow, my pussy clenching around him.

He doesn’t ease up as he fucks me hard, hips slapping my ass, balls smacking my clit with every stroke. My tits bounce, nipples scraping the sheets.

He reaches under, pinches my one nipple then slaps my ass and I push back, meeting every thrust.

“Harder,” I gasp.

He obliges gripping my hips, yanking me onto his cock like he’s trying to split me in half. The headboard slams the wall.

Sweat drips down his chest onto my back. I’m close again to climax as my pussy fluttering, when he pulls out, flips me onto my back, and shoves my knees to my chest.

“Watch me fuck you.”

He drives back in, eyes locked on mine. I see everything in his eyes —lust, love, possession. His cock stretches me wide, pistoning in and out, slick with my cream. He growls, “Come on my cock, Raelyn. Now.”

I shatter my pussy spasming, squirting around him, soaking the sheets. He keeps ramming through it, chasing his own release. Three more thrusts and he buries himself deep, cock pulsing, flooding me with hot cum.

He collapses on top of me, both of us panting. I feel him soften inside me, cum leaking out, mixing with mine. He kisses my neck, my jaw then my lips.

“Still choosing us?” he murmurs.

I clench around his half hard cock and grin. “Every fucking day.”

The room smells like sex and sweat. My legs are still trembling, thighs slick with cum and my own wetness.

Rafael’s weight pins me to the mattress, his cock softening inside me, every tiny pulse sending aftershocks through my pussy.

I’m wrecked in the best way, my hair tangled, lips swollen and my skin marked with his teeth and fingerprints.

He lifts his head, eyes dark and lazy. “ Are you okay, amore?”

I nod, my throat raw from screaming his name. “More than.”

A slow grin spreads across his face. He eases out of me slowly and I whimper at the loss, feeling his cum drip onto the sheets.

He kisses the sound away, then slides off the bed. I watch his ass flex as he walks to the bathroom. A minute later he’s back with a warm, wet cloth and a bottle of water.

He kneels between my legs spreads leg open with gentle thumbs. The cloth is soft, gliding over my swollen folds, cleaning me with slow strokes.

Every pass makes me twitch feeling oversensitive. When he wipes the inside of my thigh, I shiver.

“Cold?” he asks.

“No. Just… sore.”

He hums, satisfied, and tosses the cloth aside. Then he’s lifting me, settling me against the pillows, tucking the sheet around us.

My back to his chest, his arm wrapped across my waist. He cracks the water bottle, brings it to my lips. I drink greedily.

“More?” he murmurs against my ear.

I shake my head. He sets it on the nightstand, then grabs a tin of salve from the drawer—some fancy shit he keeps for bruises and scrapes.

He warms it between his fingers, then rubs it into the faint red marks on my hips where he gripped me.

“These’ll be purple tomorrow,” he says, voice rough with pride.

“Good,” I whisper. “I want to remember.”

He kisses the top of my spine, then my shoulder, lingering on the bite mark he left. “You were perfect. Took me so deep.”

Heat floods my cheeks. “You were… a lot.”

He chuckles, low and warm. “You begged for harder.”

“I did.” I turn in his arms, nose to nose.

His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing my nipple until it pebbles again. Nothing sexual—just comfort. I snuggle closer, my leg thrown over his hip. His cock rests against my belly, half-hard already.

I smirk.

“Down, boy. I need five minutes.”

He laughs into my hair. “Take ten. I’m not going anywhere.”

We lie there, heartbeats slowing together. He traces lazy patterns on my back—circles, then my name in cursive. I close my eyes, listening to the steady thump under my ear.

“Rafael?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you. Even when you’re a possessive bastard.”

He squeezes me tighter. “Love you more, wife. Even when you come so hard you squirt all over me.”

I groan, burying my face in his neck. “Shut up.”

“Never.” He tips my chin up, kisses me slow and deep, tasting like water and us. When he pulls back, his eyes are soft. “Sleep. I’ll clean us up proper in the morning. Shower, and then Breakfast in bed. Then round two.”

I smile, sleepy and sated. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” His hand slides down, cups my ass possessively. “And this? Still mine.”

“Always,” I murmur, drifting off with his warmth wrapped around me, his cum still sticky between my thighs, and the taste of him on my tongue.