Serena Vale
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When I kissed Rafael again this time, his mouth was demanding as if he’d been starving for weeks.
We hadn’t done anything in weeks. Not since the island.
I understood his hunger. I was too.
My hands fisted his shirt, drawing him closer. Rafael’s hands slid to my thigh, spreading my legs so he could step in between them.
“Rafael,” I gasped when he broke the kiss to drag his lips along my jaw. My head fell back instinctively, giving him the access he needed.
“Say it again,” his words came out in an almost growl, sounding the neediest I’d ever heard him. “Call me a whore.”
I laughed breathlessly, the sound turning to a moan when he thrust his hips forward, letting me feel just how hard he was. “You’re a w***e,” I whispered.
He rewarded me by biting down on my neck.
