OK, I think it’s time… for a super-steamy scene!
Enjoy,
xo
Melody
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I dance for him, because I want him.
Because the thought of his hands on my body makes my heart skip and my blood
run hot in my veins. Because ever since the first night we met, I’ve fallen
asleep with the memory of his kisses burning in my mind.
Because the thought of his hands on my body makes my heart skip and my blood
run hot in my veins. Because ever since the first night we met, I’ve fallen
asleep with the memory of his kisses burning in my mind.
He’s cast a spell on me, and now,
it’s my turn to make him feel what I’ve been feeling; make him want me even
half as much as I long for him.
it’s my turn to make him feel what I’ve been feeling; make him want me even
half as much as I long for him.
I dance with purpose, with
glittering passion, throwing myself into every movement. I don’t feel a single
moment of pain in my ankle until the last strains of music fade away, and I’m
left, breathless, face-down on the floor, my heart racing with shock and
exhilaration over what I’ve just done.
glittering passion, throwing myself into every movement. I don’t feel a single
moment of pain in my ankle until the last strains of music fade away, and I’m
left, breathless, face-down on the floor, my heart racing with shock and
exhilaration over what I’ve just done.
I catch my breath. The music moves
seamlessly to the next track; it must have been set to ‘shuffle,’ because the
sounds that emerge from the speakers now are sultry and slow, a jazz track,
with a seductive female vocal.
seamlessly to the next track; it must have been set to ‘shuffle,’ because the
sounds that emerge from the speakers now are sultry and slow, a jazz track,
with a seductive female vocal.
The dance leaves my body, and now
I’m overcome with self-consciousness, but I force myself to sit up and look
over at him. Raphael is still watching me, leaning forward, elbows on his
knees, his face unreadable, his eyes locked on mine.
I’m overcome with self-consciousness, but I force myself to sit up and look
over at him. Raphael is still watching me, leaning forward, elbows on his
knees, his face unreadable, his eyes locked on mine.
The intensity in his eyes make my
heart stop. There’s a naked hunger there, consuming, and I feel it ripple
through me, an answering ache rising in my very core.
heart stop. There’s a naked hunger there, consuming, and I feel it ripple
through me, an answering ache rising in my very core.
A beat passes between us, a single
heartbeat, and then he’s on his feet, slowly crossing the space between us. My
breath stills in my throat at the sight of him, heading determinedly towards
me. He has the grace of a panther, powerful and lithe as he comes to a stop in
front of me, reaching down to take my hand. He lifts me to my feet: my pulse is
skittering, my stomach tied in knots.
heartbeat, and then he’s on his feet, slowly crossing the space between us. My
breath stills in my throat at the sight of him, heading determinedly towards
me. He has the grace of a panther, powerful and lithe as he comes to a stop in
front of me, reaching down to take my hand. He lifts me to my feet: my pulse is
skittering, my stomach tied in knots.
My dance was an invitation, a
reckless promise of something I didn’t know I wanted. And now …? Now comes
his reply.
reckless promise of something I didn’t know I wanted. And now …? Now comes
his reply.
I gulp, unsteady on my feet, waiting
for him to act: to take my face in his hands, crash his lips down on mine, drag
me towards that huge bed in the corner …
for him to act: to take my face in his hands, crash his lips down on mine, drag
me towards that huge bed in the corner …
Instead, Raphael slides his hands
gently around my waist, places my hand against his shoulder, and begins to
dance.
gently around my waist, places my hand against his shoulder, and begins to
dance.
It’s soft and slow, a lilting
melody, and I shiver, sinking against his body, matching his movements with my
own, resting my head against his chest to sway with him in time. We’ve danced
together before, we were pressed together in this very same pose not hours ago
at the restaurant, but this is different. Now there’s a charge between us,
crackling like the dry electricity of a summer storm.
melody, and I shiver, sinking against his body, matching his movements with my
own, resting my head against his chest to sway with him in time. We’ve danced
together before, we were pressed together in this very same pose not hours ago
at the restaurant, but this is different. Now there’s a charge between us,
crackling like the dry electricity of a summer storm.
Raphael’s body sways, his fingertips
roaming softly across my back, the barest of a caress, but I feel the touch
blaze on my bare shoulders. I shudder, my nipples tightening against his chest,
every cell in my body alive and aching for more.
roaming softly across my back, the barest of a caress, but I feel the touch
blaze on my bare shoulders. I shudder, my nipples tightening against his chest,
every cell in my body alive and aching for more.
I don’t understand it, how I could
have gone my whole life without feeling even a hint of this desire. Now it
threatens to consume me. The scent of him, his deep musky smell; the taut curve
of his bicep, wrapped tight around me; the feel of his breath, light against my
cheek. Every sense is awake, every part of my body is calling out for him, but
I’m helpless, too scared to move from his embrace, too shy to reach up and
bring his lips to mine. I can only wait, my heart pounding, until at last,
Raphael strokes his hand across my shoulder and lifts my face to his.
have gone my whole life without feeling even a hint of this desire. Now it
threatens to consume me. The scent of him, his deep musky smell; the taut curve
of his bicep, wrapped tight around me; the feel of his breath, light against my
cheek. Every sense is awake, every part of my body is calling out for him, but
I’m helpless, too scared to move from his embrace, too shy to reach up and
bring his lips to mine. I can only wait, my heart pounding, until at last,
Raphael strokes his hand across my shoulder and lifts my face to his.
“Watching you dance …” he murmurs,
his voice thick with desire. Raphael’s gaze is searching, tormented. “I’ve
never wanted anyone so much. God, Annalise … You’re incredible.”
his voice thick with desire. Raphael’s gaze is searching, tormented. “I’ve
never wanted anyone so much. God, Annalise … You’re incredible.”
I tremble. His lips are so close
now, everything I want only inches away. I can’t help myself. As if my body is
possessed by some foreign force, I find myself reaching for him, pulling his
head down towards me until at last, his lips claim mine in a heart-stopping,
breathtakingly gentle kiss.
now, everything I want only inches away. I can’t help myself. As if my body is
possessed by some foreign force, I find myself reaching for him, pulling his
head down towards me until at last, his lips claim mine in a heart-stopping,
breathtakingly gentle kiss.
I melt. The last of my doubts and
insecurities dissolve under the softness of his caress; barely a whisper of
pressure as his lips brush mine, but oh, I feel it everywhere. I kiss him
again, stronger this time, tasting his lips, daringly parting them with my
tongue so I can explore the dark, delicious warmth of his mouth; running my
fingers through his hair, pressing eagerly against him.
insecurities dissolve under the softness of his caress; barely a whisper of
pressure as his lips brush mine, but oh, I feel it everywhere. I kiss him
again, stronger this time, tasting his lips, daringly parting them with my
tongue so I can explore the dark, delicious warmth of his mouth; running my
fingers through his hair, pressing eagerly against him.
Raphael lets out a groan, and then
he sweeps me closer, tight against his body. The kiss deepens, his mouth making
a sensual assault on mine until I’m gasping and helpless in his arms. The music
is still playing, soft and slow, but it’s all I can do to sway, caught up in
the rush of sensation from his hands on my body, and the deep craving slowly
uncoiling in my veins.
he sweeps me closer, tight against his body. The kiss deepens, his mouth making
a sensual assault on mine until I’m gasping and helpless in his arms. The music
is still playing, soft and slow, but it’s all I can do to sway, caught up in
the rush of sensation from his hands on my body, and the deep craving slowly
uncoiling in my veins.
Raphael lifts his head, eyes dark
with desire. He takes my hand, slowly spinning me out away from him, then pulls
me in, turning me so that I’m facing away from him, the front of his body
pressed up against my back. I catch my breath, feeling the heat of his body
mould to mine as his hands slide across my torso, his fingertips lightly
caressing down along my collarbone, sending shivers of pure quicksilver
wherever they touch.
with desire. He takes my hand, slowly spinning me out away from him, then pulls
me in, turning me so that I’m facing away from him, the front of his body
pressed up against my back. I catch my breath, feeling the heat of his body
mould to mine as his hands slide across my torso, his fingertips lightly
caressing down along my collarbone, sending shivers of pure quicksilver
wherever they touch.
The sensation is almost too much to
take: the hard muscle of his body behind me, and the gentle path of his touch,
relentlessly soft, teasing, as he strokes along my arms, over my stomach, up
the centre of my ribcage. My head lolls back against his shoulder and I close
my eyes, falling deeper into the velvet darkness where nothing exists but the
seductive chords of music, the drifting summer night air, and Raphael’s hands—oh,
his hands—driving me crazy,
setting every nerve in my body alive, screaming for more.
take: the hard muscle of his body behind me, and the gentle path of his touch,
relentlessly soft, teasing, as he strokes along my arms, over my stomach, up
the centre of my ribcage. My head lolls back against his shoulder and I close
my eyes, falling deeper into the velvet darkness where nothing exists but the
seductive chords of music, the drifting summer night air, and Raphael’s hands—oh,
his hands—driving me crazy,
setting every nerve in my body alive, screaming for more.
As if he can hear my silent pleas,
Raphael’s fingertips sweep lightly across my breasts. I gasp, my knees buckling
at the intimate touch, but he holds me up, not hesitating for a moment,
caressing me through my thin silk camisole in the lightest whisper of touch.
Raphael’s fingertips sweep lightly across my breasts. I gasp, my knees buckling
at the intimate touch, but he holds me up, not hesitating for a moment,
caressing me through my thin silk camisole in the lightest whisper of touch.
Oh God.
It feels like nothing else in the world,
the shivers of pleasure and deep, hungry desire that spiral through, pooling
low and liquid between my thighs. My heart races, my nipples harden, aching for
him, but he takes his time, slowly teasing me. The whisper of touch becomes a
velvet caress, stronger, fuller, palming the weight of me in his hands until
I’m mindless, writhing with desperate whimpers. I hear myself beg for him
wordlessly, but it’s like I’m listening to somebody else, untethered from my
own mind, from anything that isn’t his touch, so torturous, circling, teasing
me, taking me to the edge of heaven, but no further.
the shivers of pleasure and deep, hungry desire that spiral through, pooling
low and liquid between my thighs. My heart races, my nipples harden, aching for
him, but he takes his time, slowly teasing me. The whisper of touch becomes a
velvet caress, stronger, fuller, palming the weight of me in his hands until
I’m mindless, writhing with desperate whimpers. I hear myself beg for him
wordlessly, but it’s like I’m listening to somebody else, untethered from my
own mind, from anything that isn’t his touch, so torturous, circling, teasing
me, taking me to the edge of heaven, but no further.
“God, Annalise,” Raphael groans
against my neck, landing a trail of blazing kisses along the tender skin. I
press against him, needy and wanting, and then at last he drags his thumbs
across my nipples in a harsh, delicious sweep.
against my neck, landing a trail of blazing kisses along the tender skin. I
press against him, needy and wanting, and then at last he drags his thumbs
across my nipples in a harsh, delicious sweep.
I moan, arching up against his
hands. Raphael is unleashed. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere, squeezing,
stroking me, rolling my nipples between his fingers until the sharp pleasure
makes me cry out for more. As if the sound is his undoing, he sweeps me up in
his arms, covering the distance to the bed in a few long strides. He places me
down on the covers, gentler than I could have dreamed, then pauses a moment,
looking down at me with a blazing dark stare.
hands. Raphael is unleashed. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere, squeezing,
stroking me, rolling my nipples between his fingers until the sharp pleasure
makes me cry out for more. As if the sound is his undoing, he sweeps me up in
his arms, covering the distance to the bed in a few long strides. He places me
down on the covers, gentler than I could have dreamed, then pauses a moment,
looking down at me with a blazing dark stare.
I shudder under his hungry gaze, my
mind blank and dizzy, my whole body surrendered to sensation. But still, a part
of me clenches in fear, not ready to plunge off the edge completely. “Raphael,”
I manage, my voice a hoarse whisper. “I—”
mind blank and dizzy, my whole body surrendered to sensation. But still, a part
of me clenches in fear, not ready to plunge off the edge completely. “Raphael,”
I manage, my voice a hoarse whisper. “I—”
“Shh …” He presses his fingertip
to my lips, his eyes meeting mine with silent understanding. “I know.”
to my lips, his eyes meeting mine with silent understanding. “I know.”
I exhale with relief, relaxing, but
Raphael doesn’t take his eyes from mine. He eases my lips open, sliding his
finger into my mouth.
Raphael doesn’t take his eyes from mine. He eases my lips open, sliding his
finger into my mouth.
Holy crap!
I shudder at the intimacy, at the
feel of him against my tongue—and the look in his eyes, possessive and raw.
feel of him against my tongue—and the look in his eyes, possessive and raw.
“I’m going to teach you what
pleasure feels like.” Raphael tells me, his voice rasping as he leans to drop a
kiss against my earlobe. Every word sends a shudder through me, his mouth
grazing my skin. “What it means to want someone, to beg for their touch.”
pleasure feels like.” Raphael tells me, his voice rasping as he leans to drop a
kiss against my earlobe. Every word sends a shudder through me, his mouth
grazing my skin. “What it means to want someone, to beg for their touch.”
Desire rises, clawing me from
within. Raphael lifts his head again, his dark eyes meeting mine, black with
promise.
within. Raphael lifts his head again, his dark eyes meeting mine, black with
promise.
“You’re going to come for me, and I
won’t stop until you’re mine.”
won’t stop until you’re mine.”
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