“Say it again,” he growled against my mouth. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you feel it.”
“I feel it,” I sobbed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I feel you everywhere. Like you’re already inside me. Like you’ve always been. f**k me, Raphael. Please. I need it. I need you.”
That was it.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.
His hands shot to my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and in one rough, effortless motion he lifted me clean off the ground.
My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, thighs clamping tight as he pinned me higher against the rough bark. The tree scraped my back which only made everything hotter.
He held me there, suspended, my weight nothing to him. My ass rested in the cradle of his big hands, thumbs spreading me open.
“Hold on to me,” he growle
