Midnight Sins (68 page)

against his hip as he lay between her thighs, she

rubbed the silky, slick flesh against him.

Each touch, each stroke, each kiss designed for

the ultimate pleasure for her, the ultimate surrender.

It was that surrender he needed. That complete

feminine submission to every stroke, every caress,

ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the

subconscious trust, the bond he needed between

them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to

instinctively understand that he was more than just her

lover; he was her other half. The one she told her

secrets to. The one she made secrets with.

“Rafe,” she whispered his name, the imperative

hunger rising inside her as he continued to kiss his

way down her body, stretching out between her thighs

to taste the lush sweetness spilling from her sex.

Bright, wicked shards of sensation whipped

through her senses as she felt Rafe’s lips brush

against the mound of her pussy as his hands pushed

beneath her, lifting her to the caress.

His tongue licked over the silken folds, slid into

the narrow slit hidden by the swollen, flushed lips of

her cunt.

Knees lifting, she spread her thighs farther, her

heels pressing into the bed to lift her closer to him.

She could feel his finger at her rear, parting the

curves and sliding into the narrow cleft to caress her

entrance gently with the tip of his finger, erotic, an

edge of the forbidden. Cami felt her senses

awakening further, reaching eagerly for each new

sensation. Fingers of electric pleasure raced up her

spine, wrapped around her senses, and spread

through the erogenous points of her body.

Her nipples tightened further, aching with such

sharp need that her fingers lifted to them, gripped

them, tugging at them as her hips churned beneath

each hungry swipe of his tongue over her clit, through

the swollen folds, and lower to the entrance to her

pussy.

There he rimmed the entrance with his tongue,

flickered against it as he slid one hand back while the

other caressed and played at the entrance there.

Cami felt her fingers clenching in his hair and

fought to pull at it too sharply to remember that Rafe

was attached to his hair and she really didn’t want to

cause any loss of the thick blue-black strands that

framed his face.

But God, it was so hard to restrain herself. The

pleasure was streaking through her. It tore through her

senses, wiping away any thought but that of his

pleasure. Of the incredible feel of his fingers, his lips

and tongue, stretched between hers.

She was only distinctly aware of the fact that he

was preparing her back entrance, lubricating it by

slow degrees as he drew his fingers back, returned

with the lubricant, then repeated the process.

She knew what was coming. She knew what he

planned to do, and the conflict rising inside her in

regards to it did nothing to halt her pleasure of it.

If she decided she didn’t want it, then she would

do something about it the moment she decided it. But

not right now. Not yet. Not until she saw where the

pleasure was taking her, how extreme it could

become, and until she actually found the strength to

make herself refuse him.

She couldn’t do it.

The pleasure was too wild and much too intense.

“Oh God, Rafe.” Her hips jerked as she felt the

first finger press inside her, sliding past the tight ring

of muscles that clenched almost violently, involuntarily,

around his finger.

Cami gasped for breath, the alternation of

pleasure and pain sensations exploding through her

body with such quick progression that she couldn’t

keep up.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned between her thighs

as he laid another kiss over her clit. “Just let me have

you. All of you, Cami. Give it all to me.”

Give him everything? But hadn’t she already

done that years ago? Hadn’t she already given him

her deepest heart, the most vulnerable depths of her

soul? Hadn’t he owned that since the night she met

him?

His finger began to move slowly, pulling back,

leaving her body, returning, slicker than before,

pressing back, and heating her further as the lubricant

prepared her.

Cami could feel herself climbing that edge of

sensation so sharp, so intense, as rapture teased the

edges of her senses.

With each stroke of his fingers she wanted more.

She wanted to feel that sharper, more exacting

pleasure. She wanted each thrust to stretch and burn

to push every limit of pleasure that could exist.

And God only knew why she was aching for it.

Reaching for it.

“Rafe, please,” she cried out as he returned

again with only the same thrust, though it was slicker,

wetter, than before.

“More, kitten?” he asked, his tone strained. “Tell

me what you want, baby.”

“You know what I want,” she moaned desperately.

She could feel the desperation rising inside her,

sense it beginning to rise out of control.

His finger pulled back, but he added another,

increasing the sensations with its return. “Oh God,

yes,” she demanded fiercely at that slightest edge of

what she needed so bad. “More, Rafe. Please. You

know what I need.”

The thrust was followed by his fingers spreading,

stretching the entrance. The unique burn racing

through her. But still, it wasn’t enough.

Her hips thrust back at him, writhing into the

caress as she felt her breathing becoming heavy,

restricted.

She could feel something wild and uncontrolled

rising inside her with each thrust and stretch. It was

like being locked, imprisoned, in a whirlwind of

sensation so hot, so imperative, that fighting against it

was impossible.

Her knees lifted further, her hips lifting and

thrusting as the need for that sharper, burning

sensation was tearing through her.

She felt on the verge of tears. She’d never been

so desperate for a touch that she had no idea how to

gain. For a caress she had never had yet sensed was

awaiting her.

Perspiration gathered on her, burning, the hunger

became so sharp, so intense, she felt on the verge of

screaming.

When Rafe pulled back, his caress, his fingers,

abandoning her, she reached for him desperately, a

cry parting her lips as confusion laced her senses.

She didn’t understand what she needed. She sure as

hell had no idea how to attain it.

A second later Rafe was rising above her, pulling

her legs over his, lifting her hips until he could move

into place.

Lifting her legs until her ankles lay against his

shoulders, Cami watched, panting for air as he

gripped the shaft of his cock, bent forward, and

tucked the thick, engorged tip against that tender,

unbreached entrance with dominant demand.

Then slowly, his hips began to press forward.

Cami felt the flames erupt first. The burning

sensation of her flesh beginning to stretch tore

through her. Untouched nerve endings were suddenly,

shockingly revealed as the puckered entrance began

to stretch to accept the heavy impalement of his cock.

She stared up at him, her gaze locked with his as

he gripped her hips, held her still, and began to rock

against her. The small thrusting motions began to

work his flesh slowly inside her rear.

With her legs lifted and lying against his

shoulders, the angle of penetration enabled him to

move inside her as he watched her face, watched her

eyes glaze in mesmerizing pleasure.

The ultrasnug tissue of her ass opened and

spread around the wide crest of his dick as he eased

inside to meet the tighter, more sensitive ring of

muscles just inside the entrance.

Pressing into it, he watched as she strained

against him, her fingers clenching into the blankets

beneath her, her back arching as she seemed to flush

from head to toe.

Cloudy gray eyes turned thunderous. Her lips

parted; lashes fluttered over her eyes.

He tightened his thighs, held her hips tighter, and

then, as he watched her face, began to press past

that final, clenched ring of muscles that began to

tighten and milk the head of his cock.

“Rafe. Oh yes, more,” she moaned, her head

thrashing against the mattress. “I can’t stand it.

Please, Rafer, I can’t stand—” The erotic cry was both

a protest and a plea as he felt the violently engorged

crest pop through the tightened ring to sink inside the

desperately flexing entrance of her anus.

Cami felt the sensations, wild and erotic,

suddenly exploding through her. The excitement of the

nerve-rich flesh combined with the erotic, forbidden

classification of the act sent her senses careening.

She wasn’t just rising; she was being propelled

into a starburst of sensations and pleasure that she

had no idea how to process, how to handle.

She wanted to scream, but first she would have

to breathe. She wanted to breathe, but first she would

have to find the ability to process more than just the

rapid flood of sensations racing through her.

Then, he added to them.

His fingers moved between her thighs; two

pushed inside her pussy, burning the sensitized flesh

there, increasing the bursts of ecstatic pleasure as

she began rocketing higher, reaching, crying out for

that ultimate release.

His hips were moving fiercely now, his cock

thrusting harder, faster, inside the tightening depths of

her rear as his fingers moved in quick thrusts inside

her pussy.

Each thrust, each burning stretch, each gasping

moan increased the pleasure that became so much

more than pleasure that there was no way to

understand it, no way to process it.

And Rafe was controlling it. The measured

thrusts were pushing her deeper into the starbursts,

tiny explosions erupting through her system. She was

reaching desperately for release. She could feel it,

just out of reach, teasing her, there, and then moving

back, coming closer only to retreat.

She could feel the insanity of that need clawing at

her until she and Rafe bent closer, his fingers turning

inside her pussy as he twisted his wrist to the side,

thrust his fingers inside her, then ground his palm

against the swollen, violently sensitive bud of her clit.

It tore through her then. Ecstasy exploded with a

white-hot brilliance that tore at her mind, ripping it