Epilogue II
Eleven years later…
Amelie
“Baby…”
“Yes, tempest?”
I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Stop playing with me.”
“I am not playing, tempest. I’m making love to my duchess.” Raphael replied, kissing a path down from my jaw to my throat and then nibbled on my collarbone.
“Ah…” I gasped, arching under him. “Please… I need more.” I whispered, trying to take him deeper.
“Then more I shall give you.”
He pulled back and I opened my mouth to argue but he didn’t give me a chance as he flipped me over and then curled his hand around my waist to pull my arse back up. And without pausing for a moment, he slammed back into me. “Oh god, yes…”
“You like that, tempest…” he groaned as my pûssy walls clamped around him. “Yes, your pûssy does.”
I felt my toes curling as he thrust into me
