I’ll take my chances. If I die, I die.
“Keep going,” I tell him.
He slams into me again and again, keeping the support of his hand under my ass to keep my pelvis tilted, but then I start to note more groans, more grunts and pants from him. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I need to come.”
“Yes, yes, come inside me, Rafe,” I murmur.
Before he does, he hunkers down, tips my hips, and with a few more powerful thrusts, sends me hurtling into the most explosive, over the top orgasm I have ever experienced. Thankfully, this one doesn’t keep going, it just throws me over and leaves me a shattered, whimpering mess.
Rafe thrusts deep, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and growling as he comes inside me. His groan of pleasure and everything I’m already feeling wipes out any of the pain that bite might leave.
It takes several wordless, mindless minutes for me to come close to anything like recovery. My mind feels shattered, like a small room where a large explosion went off. Slivers of it will be found here and there for years to come, and it will never be put together right again.
I’ve never felt this vulnerable in the wake of an orgasm before, but then again, I’ve never been fucking destroyed in the bedroom, either. I don’t know whether to accuse him of witchcraft or carve my soul out and hand it over to him, since he’s clearly its new owner. Something is not right here. Dicks aren’t supposed to be able to do all that. If they did, no one would ever do anything else.
Then again, there’s always a waiting list to use the damn thing. Fuck, is this what sex with Rafe is always like? Does it shatter every woman’s mind, and leave her with the feeling of being in a hall of mirrors, with no idea which way leads out, and no real desire to figure it out?
Rafe recovers first. He snakes a strong arm underneath me and pulls me against his incredible body. I snuggle up against him like my body was meant to mold to his and close my eyes.
“Holy hell, Rafe.”
His tone is amused, but not surprised. “Yeah?”
“Holy shit,” I say, just completely lost. “Is that what sex with you is always like? How do women even wait for their turn? How do they not literally kill each other? And why do they leave voluntarily? Are we sure Sin isn’t blackmailing Laurel? Because I have to be honest, even if I hated you with a blinding passion, I would stay for the sex.”
“Glad to see your mouth is working again,” he says, apparently amused.
“I don’t understand. I know you don’t need an ego boost, like, you need it less than anyone else in the world, and you’re probably quite aware of your own sexual prowess, but I’ve just discovered a new world and I need to talk about it.”
“Be my guest.”
“I’ve revised my opinion about your streak o
f abstinence,” I tell him. “I thought it was a good idea, but no. It is an egregious insult against Mother Nature for you not to use that thing. You should use it as much as possible. As soon as it’s ready to go again… I mean, I’m not tired.”
“I’ve gotta say, I am really enjoying this review,” he states.
“Your dick is made of magic.”
“It helps if you know how to use it,” he tells me.
“And you do. As hot as you are, you don’t have to be that good in bed. You just don’t. I just… wow. Holy shit. I don’t even know what to say. Thank you? I think a ‘thank you’ needs to be thrown in there. I feel bad for every woman you have ever fucked. I don’t know where they go from here. I can just retire now, because this is—I’ve peaked.”
Laughing, he tugs me close and kisses the top of my head. “You are delightful.”
“You are a sex god,” I tell him, not even being facetious. I want to kneel at an altar, light candles, and relive the glory that was that sexual experience for the rest of all time.
I’m not always thankful for my memory, but the knowledge that I can relive this over and over again for the rest of forever is a relief.
“I’m glad you had a good time,” he says, giving me a tender squeeze. “I told you you’d enjoy it.”
“You were not mistaken.”
Rafe smiles and tugs me close so he can kiss me.
This is the single greatest night of my life.
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