Chapitre 28: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Raphael

Having Sophie almost naked in my bed, in my arms, was a fantasy I have fed on from the moment I saw her. It has been torturous sleeping beside her every night and not actually having her. It is a miracle that I managed to sleep at all, yet I did; sleeping beside Sophie is an experience I can never trade for anything.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes darkening in lust, her nipples proudly peaking. She pressed herself against me, as hungry for me as I was for her. I was engraved in her; her soft, breathy sounds drove me insane, her scent, the feel of her in my arms, the race of her heart in mine almost become my undoing.

I pulled myself off to rid of my clothes, but she pulled me back. "No, don't stop," she gnawed in desperation.

"It's impossible for me to stop this willingly," I muttered with charged urgency. "I just want to take off my clothes."