C1 Surrender

Raphael remembered how the past few days were between him and Elena before she was kidnapped. They could barely stay away from eachother.

Raphael found himself ogling over his mate's beauty almost all the time.

The self-conscious colour in her cheeks only enhanced the brightness of her sea-green eyes. Her soft full lips were a rosy, pouting invitation to a male who had always loved her mouth. Standing very straight, she was breathing rapidly from her recent acrobatic exertions, firm little breasts thrusting pointed nipples against a tee shirt worn thin from frequent washing. Instantaneous lust gripped Raphael. Suddenly he felt hot as hell. For a millisecond, he fought his own powerful response, for he had planned to play it cool for the first visit at least. But at shocking speed that recollection sank in favour of a keen desire to live for the moment and his lean hand rose almost of its own volition to curve to her waist, which lay bare below the hem of the shrunken tee shirt.

The feverish tension weighting the atmosphere lent her voice a slightly nervous squeak but the immediacy with which he had reached out to pull her closer ran like a quicksilver burst of energy through her veins.

"What are you doing?" She pouted.

‘You still talk at the worst possible moments,’ he growled in husky reproof.

‘Whereas you don’t talk at all,’ she mumbled.

‘Open your mouth for me.’

The long, sure fingers spreading across her sleek midriff felt like a possessive brand and she trembled when his other hand eased into the shallow indentation of her back to press her into electrifying contact with his lean well-built frame. A shiver of excitement coursed through her tummy and a kernel of heat ignited. She looked up at him, green eyes luminous. He brought his marauding mouth down on hers, his tongue slashing a carnal path of desire across the sensitive interior of her mouth. Her body flamed into almost painful life, a breathy little sound of fervent response wrenched from low in her throat. Her knees shook under her and when he crushed her slight length to him with hungry masculine force, she clung.

‘Wow…triple wow,’ she framed unsteadily with shining eyes, wildly conscious of the bold masculine proof of his arousal against her hip, her breath coming shallow and fast.

Shimmering golden eyes flamed over her in a provocative promise of more sensual delights to come. ‘I aim to please and I always deliver…’

She could think of nothing to say. She trembled, tried to shrug and, without any warning whatsoever, he just hauled her into his arms and brought his mouth crashing down on her full, soft lips, demanding and receiving a response that was equally fierce.

He crushed her to him, spread long fingers either side of her face and let his sensual mouth rove from her unmarked brow to her delicate eyelids and the petal softness of her cheeks before closing with hungry, passionate fervour to her parted lips again.

His bold gaze locked to hers, he shrugged out of the jacket in a fluid, sexy movement. Breathing in deep, emboldened by partial success, she embarked on his tie with hands that felt infuriatingly clumsy. ‘I’m not very good at this,’ she warned him.

‘You can practise on me as often as you like, but tonight such refinements would be wasted on me,’ Raphael asserted huskily, discarding his tie and ripping at his shirt with unashamed impatience. With it hanging loose to reveal a muscular bronzed slice of hair-roughened chest, he scooped her off the mattress to stand her up between his spread thighs.

His expert mouth claiming hers in a series of tantalising rough and then soft kisses stole her concentration. The faint drag of his teeth on her soft, full lower lip and the thrust of his tongue made her shiver in sensual shock and gasp. Meanwhile, almost without her knowledge and certainly without her input, she was being undressed. Her corduroy jeans were shimmied down over her slender hips, but she had no idea where they went after that because what Raphael was doing to her mouth was a wicked enticement of her every sense.

'I love your mouth,’ he groaned, soft as silk, his breath fanning the smooth skin of her midriff as he bent his dark head to trail a soothing kiss there before he eased up the tee shirt over her narrow ribcage. ‘I love your skin…but most of all I love to look at you, bella mia.’

‘I don’t know why…’ she said shyly as he drew her down to him.

His dark golden eyes arrowed with lingering masculine appreciation over the pale pouting thrust of her small rose-tipped breasts. ‘For me…you are perfection,’ he breathed thickly. ‘Chemistry like this doesn’t die just because you want it to.’

‘Did you want it to?’ Elena whispered, hurt by that concept.

He gave her a stunned look of incomprehension.

Her heart twisted inside her. Moisture prickled the back of her eyes and her throat hurt. But before she could think about what she’d just learned when she’d least expected to, he tangled one hand into the fall of her pale golden hair and ravished her mouth with a raw, explosive passion that left her dizzy.

He smoothed possessive hands over her sensitive breasts and she shivered. He let his thumbs play in gentle, teasing circles over the tender buds eager for his attention. Heat lay coiled like a river of fire at the core of her. Her hips shifted up in a tiny rising motion. The ache of want began then, at first lending a delicious, bittersweet edge to response but minute by minute he pushed back the boundaries until the extent of her own anticipation made patience impossible.

The skim of his tongue over her delicate skin made her twist and whimper. He scored a light, knowing fingertip over the taut, damp triangle of fabric stretched tight between her thighs. Suddenly she was hotter than she could bear and pushing up against him with eagerness and a longing beyond anything she had ever felt in her life before.

‘Raph…’ Stretching up, she found his handsome mouth again all on her own and tasted him. A pulse beat of restive desire was taking her by storm.

With an earthy sound low in his throat, he drew up her legs and peeled off her panties. He stroked the wet silk heart of her, established his welcome and she moaned out loud, unable to stay still. Again she reached up to let the pink tip of her tongue flicker across the outline of his wide, sensual lips and then dip between, driven by the shameless craving to urge him on.

‘I surrender....,’ he growled, pressing her slim shoulders flat to the pillows, lean, strong face stamped with raw, male hunger.

‘Don’t make me wait,’ she whispered, taken aback by her own daring, but controlled by a need that was too tormenting for her to fight.

‘I couldn’t…’ A stormy flash of fierce elemental gold flared in his arresting gaze. Lifting himself back from her, he unzipped his well-cut trousers. His rampant arousal was clearly delineated by the fine expensive fabric. Her face was hot as he came back to her. All male and licensed to be impatient, he parted her thighs and found his place with a ground-out sigh of satisfaction. ‘Night after night, you’ve haunted my dreams, and now I’m living my wildest fantasy.’

He shifted with pure masculine provocation to acquaint her with his raw male power. In a bold movement, wholly attuned to the dominance that she yearned for in that instant, he plunged hard into the slick, tight depths of her. The pleasure was immediate, overwhelming. She jerked, her spine arching as she loosed a low, keening cry.

‘Is it good?’ he stared down at her with a blaze of primitive satisfaction in his assessing scrutiny of her delicate pointed face. ‘I want it to be so good you can’t stay away from me.’

‘Lock me up…throw away the key!’ she gasped wildly.

‘No, bella mia,’ He shifted his lean hips in a smooth circling motion, teasing her with his strength and control. ‘You know the rules. You must choose of your own free will to be with me.’

‘I choose…oh, I choose to be with you,’ she framed, shakily but fiercely.

Shoulder muscles bulging, he swooped down to claim a devouring kiss that sent the blood racing at breakneck speed through her veins. She felt possessed on every level and it was the most electrifying sensation that she had ever known. Then he lifted his arrogant dark head again. His exotic dark golden eyes raked over her with savage approval.

He sank into her deeper and faster. She arched up to him in surrender and welcome. In a breathless urgent gasp, she cried his name. The roller coaster of breakneck excitement was racing through her again. The ache of tormented hunger swelled, driving her on out of control to a shattering peak she had never touched before. The equivalent of a rocket display took off inside her. She hit the heights of ecstasy and then swan-dived down and down and down onto the mental equivalent of a fluffy feather bed. She felt as if she could fly, but the reassuring weight of his big, powerful body held her entrapped.

Being trapped had never felt so good. He hugged her close with the easy affection that had once been so natural between them. Happiness engulfed her and she strung an exuberant line of kisses along one wide bronzed shoulder before carefully following suit along the other. He smiled into the tumbled silk of her hair, breathing in the fresh, clean, camomile scent of it. He found her hands and held them both tight and then lifted one lazily to his indolent mouth and pressed a single gentle kiss to her palm.

‘Stay with me forever…’ he murmured softly.

"Ofcourse I will" she replied happily.