“You’re so beautiful, Nadine,” he murmured, his fingers brushing gently against my flushed cheeks. His touch was both tender and possessive. “Absolutely breathtaking.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting the fabric slide from his shoulders. I could only watch, breathless, as he discarded the last barrier between us.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice a mix of praise and anticipation. “But now... let me show you how much I love you.”
He tore off the plastic with his teeth and swiftly slipped the safety on before his lips claiming mine with urgency and passion.
I gave myself to him. My voice tangled with his as pleasure built between us.
“Raphael...” I gasped as he thrust into me, his name slipping from my lips like a prayer.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his gaze locking onto mine. “Don’t worry.”
The party continued downstairs, a dull roar of music and laughter that masked our tangled cries and shuddered breaths.
The world beyond this room did not matter. Nothing did, except him.