Treasured Find (Royal Pride Book 1) (10 page)

He swept his flattened tongue over the peak, then eased back. He didn’t repeat the teasing lick. Damn the man. Couldn’t he see how aroused she was? She needed him. She tightened her grip on his hair and brushed the bud over his lips, tempting him while torturing herself.

“More. Make me wild. Please.”

“Good, my Jasmine. Say it again.”

She knew what he wanted—her begging. If it got her what she craved, she’d get down on her knees. “Please, Rafe. Suck on me. I need you.”

“Perfect. You’re perfect.”

He closed his mouth over the tip and flicked her nipple with his tongue. She shuddered. Another flick, and she arched into him. He steadied her, a hand at her lower back, and latched on to her breast, sucking her flesh into his mouth. Without the lights, he became her entire focus—his teasing licks, the brush of his thumb over the base of her spine, the hungry sounds he made as he worshiped her.

The sensations he created wrapped around her, cocooning her in a cloud of pure lust. “Oh, yes. Like that. More, please.”

Another rough sound escaped him. He sucked hard. Energy zinged through her, and her clit thumped as if he had his head between her thighs and was eating her out. Each drag of his mouth on her breast caused an equal pull on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Tingles skipped from the hardened tip to her womb.

She squirmed, needing his attention on her clit but unwilling to lose the sensation of his lips wrapped around her breast. As if sensing her wants, he pushed his knee between her legs.

“Yes. There.” She clamped her thighs over his leg and rubbed against him.
So good.
Rafe sucked harder and teeth dented the flesh of her breast. Pain and pleasure mingled. She jerked under the assault.

Another nip and tug, and an orgasm rushed over her. She trembled with the clenching waves tightening her core. Her shaky legs threatened to give out, but he pushed his knee against her clit, forcing her to ride the edge.

The motion of his mouth working on her breast was too much and not quite enough—she couldn’t decide if she wanted him to release it or suck more and keep the waves going. He didn’t give her the chance to decide. The pull of his mouth eased. He laved her flesh. The gentle licks took her down from the peak and left her limp in his embrace. Only the arm he had wrapped around her waist kept her steady and upright.

Never had she orgasmed from a man stimulating her breast before. She wanted to feel it again.

“Rafe?” She cupped her other breast. “Please lick me here too.”

“You liked my mouth on you, then?”

Her breathing quickened. “Yes. I liked it. Please do it again.”

He moved to her other needy breast but didn’t assault it with the same fervor he gave to the first. He toyed with it, swiping his tongue around her nipple but never touching the tip. It was nice, and if he’d started off with the lazy exploration, she would’ve been content to enjoy the subtle seduction, but he’d shown her a glimpse of ecstasy. She craved more.

Wanting to ride the edge again, she tweaked the sensitive nipple of her other breast. He pushed her hand away and grasped the nipple between his fingers. He rolled the tip as she had done, pinching and pulling in tandem to the teasing his mouth delivered to the other erect bud. The double stimulation was just what she needed. She closed her eyes and let lust consume her.

He made a hungry sound, a low groan that was muffled by the flesh in his mouth. She dug her fingers into his hair, pulling another moan from him.

“More, Rafe. Need more,” she begged.

He gave it to her. He captured the peak between his teeth and slowly bit. A sharp whip ran down her spine and settled in her lower belly. Each time he tugged on the sensitive flesh, her muscles tensed and the ache in her womb grew, readying her for another explosive release. She wanted it. Craved it. She held her breath, anticipating the orgasm.

He released her.

She swayed and reached for him, but he dropped to his knees. Needing an anchor, she gripped his shoulders while he kissed his way across her stomach. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her bellybutton before moving lower. The sound of a zipper warned her they were reaching the point of no return. Once he licked her sex, parted the swollen lips and sucked, she wouldn’t want to stop.

She couldn’t wait.

He slid her skirt and panties off. The material fell, pooling at her feet. He blew warm air over her clit. She shivered. The man worked her body as if it belonged to him. He knew exactly how to touch her. How to love her.

“Rafe.” She said his name but wasn’t quite sure what she meant by it. Acknowledging only he could make her wild? Or simply needing the connection to him?

He kissed her inner thigh. “Jasmine. My Jasmine.”

A small smile spread over her mouth. Hearing the lust and awe in his voice satisfied her. It was exactly what she’d needed from him by saying his name.

He tugged her shoes off—first one foot then the other—and wrapped a hand around her ankle. He urged her legs apart. She widened her stance, giving him complete access to her body. His heated breath sent shivers dancing across her skin. The brush of his lips left her quivering. And the slight pressure of his teeth on her clit tore a shaky sigh from her mouth.

Carefully he bit the button, then eased the pressure the same way he had to her nipple just moments ago. He was arousing her, making her anticipate his next move and yearn for it.

She did.

She held still, panting, waiting. Flat teeth clamped around the bundle of nerves. He gave it a small tug. She cried out. He laved away the sting, swiping his tongue over her clit. She enjoyed the sharp bite he’d delivered, and Rafe seemed to sense how far to take the teasing.

She pushed her sex more firmly against him, silently begging him for more.

He groaned, and with his nose buried in her curls, she felt each breath he took. The heated wash of air fed the lust. Everything Rafe did—the way he rubbed circles into her calf with a thumb, the murmurs of his enjoyment—added to the act. Lost to him, she jumped when he slid a finger down her slick cleft and dipped it into her core.

He moved his finger, in and out, while teasing her clit, sucking and nipping, until she couldn’t focus on anything beyond the need to come. He added a second finger, and her womb quivered. The edge of ecstasy loomed in front of her. He raced her toward it.

Her core tightened. The sensations gripping her became more than she could handle. She whimpered and squirmed, trying to get away. There was no escape. Rafe held her still with a hand on her ass.

He dragged his fingers through her quivering core and poised them at her entrance. “You’re going to come for me. Hard, Jasmine. Do you understand? I’m going to show you what heaven in my arms is like, and you’re going to beg me for more.”

He didn’t give her the chance to respond. He flicked her clit at the same time as he slammed his fingers into her core. His palm smacked her lower lips, and the orgasm whipped through her. The waves traveled from her womb to encompass her body.

Heaven. He showed her heaven, exactly as he promised. It wasn’t enough.

More. She needed more.

“Rafe, please. I need you inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

He pressed a hand to the center of her chest and pushed. She fell onto the bed. The sound of a zipper and the clunking of shoes reached her ears. She scrambled backward but didn’t get far. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. The jerky movement of his hands as he skimmed them up her thighs betrayed his excitement. He shoved her legs apart and his aroused member followed the path his hands had.

She grabbed at his shoulders, needing her anchor, needing him. He tensed but the low groan that spilled from his throat assured her the bite of her nails was welcomed. She tightened her grip just to pull another rough sound from his mouth. He rewarded her with one and settled into the space between her legs.

So close, but he didn’t move. He panted with his head hung so she felt the strands of his hair against her skin. “You sure?”

That he asked her instead of taking what he wanted floored her, leaving her in a state of awe. She closed her eyes, tried to think and give him an answer, but couldn’t form words. An unbearable sense of emptiness settled over her. She was missing something essential.

“You need me inside you. Don’t you, Jasmine?”

That was what she was needed—Rafe. He was a part of her she’d lost. The certainty grew. Rafe could complete her. He was the only one who could.

“Yes. Need you. Please fill me up.”

He slid the head of his cock along her wet cleft. She widened her legs and invited him inside her with a tug of her hand on his tight ass.

He kissed her at the same time as he thrust forward. She gasped and tensed under him. The burn in her muscles was almost as sharp as what she’d experienced when she’d lost her virginity. She’d been without sex too long, and Rafe’s cock felt impossibly large.

She pressed her palm to his chest. Her heart raced. She’d never be able to take him completely in. She knew it. She wouldn’t please him.

“You feel good. So damn tight.” He pulled back and rolled his hips to work more of his cock inside. “You’re strangling me, baby. Fucking perfect.”

The praise warmed her, easing her. She blew out a slow breath and focused on her heartbeat. She could take him. Women were made to accept all sizes of men.

“That’s right. Relax.” He kissed her neck. “You’re going to fit me like a glove. No other male will experience the same. No other will fill you like I do.”

She sighed, loving his possessiveness. She wanted that, to fit him as if made especially for him. His perfect complement.

The last of her tension drained from her body, and more of his cock slipped inside her. He paused, their bodies only partially joined, and kissed her. Their tongues stroked slowly while he rocked into her. He stretched her with the short thrusts, each one pushing him deeper.

The movement of his mouth over hers urged her to relax and allow him to claim her body. It was an assault on her senses she couldn’t resist. She widened her legs as far as they’d go, welcoming his possession. With one more steady push, he joined them fully.

“Fucking perfect.” He hung his head and panted. “Knew it would be. Knew you’d be special.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close. His heated declaration made her heart flip over. The awe of holding him inside her lasted only a moment. He dragged his erection through her core, and her entire focus zeroed in on the man who worked her body as if he knew every pleasure point she had. She squeezed her inner muscles in an attempt to hold him clasped inside, but he pulled back, leaving her empty. She lifted her hips, hoping to capture the head. He met her, and with a rough push, he filled her.

Completed her.

Her breath escaped on a shaky sigh. She didn’t want him to move, but he did, and his slow strokes ignited different needs, ones that grew with each intimate caress he delivered.

In and out he thrust. Their flesh slapped, and the sounds of sex filled her ears. His pants and groans matched hers. The steady drive of his hips took her higher until the peak loomed in front of her.

Colors danced across her eyes—gold and brown with flecks of blue and green. Her core tightened on Rafe’s cock, and the hues behind her eyelids swirled, leaving her dizzy, floating on the edge of pleasure. The first ripples of her orgasm traveled along her core. She reached for the ecstasy.

Rafe yanked her away from it.

He changed the angle of his thrusts, quickened the pace and pounded into her. His cock seemed to grow larger. The burn in her muscles returned. He stretched her, filled her so completely every nerve was touched and stimulated by him. Once again, she hovered on the edge. His rough thrusts wouldn’t let her fall.

He pushed her higher than she thought she could go. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. He commanded her to ride the line where pleasure and pain mixed. Trusting in him, she dug her nails into his ass and held on.

As if waiting for her acceptance, he groaned her name and stilled with his cock lodged deep. The orgasm caught her by surprise. Her core clamped down, and waves whipped up her body. She screamed, and Rafe grunted.

He thrust once more and came. Hot bursts of his release filled her. Each jerk of his cock sent another rippling contraction though her body. On and on their joint release lasted until he’d given her everything.

Sensations returned. Rafe’s hot, slick skin pressed to hers. Their breathing slowed. She heard the ticking of a clock somewhere in the room. It helped ground her. She focused on it, allowing the darkness in the room to cocoon her.

Peace filled her, along with contentment. What they’d just shared was nothing short of amazing. Sated, all she wanted to do was sleep in Rafe’s arms.

“Jasmine.” Rafe kissed her closed eyelids. “My beautiful, perfect Jasmine.”

She sighed. His words added to the warm feeling spreading through her. “Rafe, I…I don’t know what to say. That was…”

“Special. That’s what it was. Now rest and let me hold you. You’re safe with me.”

She did feel safe, at peace, and if there was one thing she’d learned in life it was that happiness was rare. You had to grab on to it, enjoy it while you could because tomorrow it might not be there.