Raphael's eyes glowed silver, his gaze never leaving her as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes and stretched out above her. His head dipped to her neck and lower, suckling her br**sts with sweet pain, sucking mouthfuls of the tender flesh between his teeth, his fangs leaving trails of blood that dripped over the plump mounds until he licked them clean with a low growl of hunger.
Cyn writhed under his sensuous assault, every nerve singing on the sharp edge of ecstasy, her heart swelling with the simple joy of being with him once again. She arched her back, offering herself, wanting more, crying out when his fangs sank into her flesh and shuddering with pleasure when his soothing tongue followed. She protested when he took his mouth away from her br**sts, only to gasp with delight as he slid down between her legs and began to lap up the slick juices of her arousal. His fangs sank into the tender nub of her clit, throwing her into a cl**ax of such exquisite intensity she thought she'd lose consciousness.
She fisted both hands in his short hair and tugged him back up the length of her body. “Fuck me, Raphael. Fuck me na—” Her demand turned into a groan of satisfaction as he obliged, driving his huge, hard c*ck deep between her legs in a single powerful thrust. She was wet and ready for him, trembling with need, and still he stretched her gloriously, burying his full length within her and holding it there, barely moving, gasping as her heat surrounded him. Her vision fogged with desire, Cyn watched him above her, his eyes closed with the effort of remaining still. She could feel his c*ck pulsing inside her, could see his chest moving with the beat of his heart, the bellow of his lungs. She reached up and ran her fingers softly over his brow, across the beautiful arch of his chiseled cheek bones and down to the fullness of his lips.
His eyes opened and met her gaze, gleaming in the low light as he began to thrust. Slowly at first, a smooth slide in and out as her juices lubricated the movement, as her inner walls adjusted to his thickness and welcomed his invasion. Faster as the hunger grew, as she rose to meet him, wrapping her long legs around his back and pulling herself onto his shaft. Her cl**ax started deep inside, a flexing of her womb that shuddered outward until it was caressing his cock, as he pumped even faster, driving them both to the point of delirium and beyond.
Cyn screamed as the wave swept over her, bowing her back, seizing her muscles. She clung to Raphael, wanting this feeling, this joining of their bodies, to go on forever, hearing him roar when her cl**ax rippled along his c*ck and triggered his own, milking him, draining him as his hot release filled her body.
He collapsed against her, rolling over slightly to cradle her in his arms, taking his weight off her while keeping himself firmly sheathed inside. Cyn lay in his embrace, feeling his c*ck still flexing deep within her, trembling with the aftermath of their joining. Raphael tightened his arms, holding her as if she was something precious to him, something he'd feared lost and, now found, would never let go again.
Cyn turned her face against his chest as the tears began to flow. “I missed you, too,” she whispered, not knowing if he'd hear.
Raphael kissed her forehead and then her cheeks, tasting the tears. He grew still. "Lubimaya?"
Cyn tried to control the terrible and foolish need to weep, embarrassed by her own na**d emotion. “The dreams were nice, Raphael, but this was much better,” she managed to say, forcing a light laugh.
He said nothing for a moment, while Cyn silently begged him to let it go. When he chuckled, she relaxed, hooking her leg around his hip and rolling over on top, with him still buried deep between her thighs. Meeting his gaze, she began to move slowly, rocking back and forth on his responsive shaft, tightening the muscles of her core, cupping her br**sts in offering. His gaze grew heated and he hardened once again. He reached behind her to cup her ass in both hands, holding her against him as he began a steady in and out movement, taking control away from her. Cyn gasped as he went far deeper, filling her completely. Her eyes closed and she dropped onto his chest, relishing the feel of his hard muscle and silky hair against the softness of her br**sts. She lifted enough to kiss him, caressing his distended fangs with her tongue, feeling the slight sting as she drew her own blood.
Raphael growled her name, a rumble of sound low in his chest, vibrating through her bones. As her blood continued to flow, he gripped her tightly and flipped them both over, pounding now between her thighs, lifting her legs higher to delve deeper, driving into her with powerful thrusts that lifted her from the bed. Cyn whimpered softly, lost in the rush of sensation. She wrapped her arms ever more tightly around him, trapping him inside her, never wanting to let go. Another orgasm began a slow shudder through her body, and Raphael's mouth found the sweet vein in her neck. She trembled at the diamond hardness of his fangs against her skin, crying out when they pierced her vein, when she felt the pull of her blood as it slid down his throat. Every nerve in her body came alive at once, her soft cry of joy lost in the roar of Raphael's completion. His release shot deep inside her, and she convulsed in a searing orgasm, her nails opening bloody rows down his back, sending him into yet another cl**ax, hard on the first.
* * * *
Cyn lay in Raphael's arms, panting for breath, stunned into stillness by the strength of her emotions, terrified she would wake up to discover it was nothing but another dream. Her heart sped even faster at the thought, and she tightened her hold on him, wishing never to wake up if it was a dream. As if sensing her fear, Raphael stroked a comforting hand down her back, kissing her sweat-dampened skin and licking the trails of blood from her neck.
Fresh shivers of pleasure shot through her and she groaned. “Stop that,” she whispered, snugging closer to him. “I need at least a ten minute break here."
Raphael laughed and kissed her hard on the mouth. “Ten minutes, ten years, ten centuries, sweet Cyn,” he murmured, suddenly serious. “I love you. Whatever time I have left is yours."
Cyn froze, her heart thumping from something more than just the terrific sex. “I love you too,” she whispered, almost fearfully.
"Then stay, my Cyn. Stay with me forever."
* * * *
Cyn knew dawn was coming when she heard the muffled thud of heavy doors slamming shut, closing them inside and everyone else out. Raphael stirred from a light doze as she sat up, the sheet falling away from her na**d body.
"I promised Liz I'd take her to her first driving lesson today,” she said.
Raphael pulled her back down and leaned forward to suckle lazily on br**sts still swollen and tender from their night together. He lifted his head long enough to say, “You can leave whenever you want. Everything will lock behind you.” Then he lowered his mouth to her breast once more, pushing her back to the pillows as his tongue wandered lower.
"Will you be back?” he asked, his breath warm against the damp skin of her belly.
"Try—” She gasped as his tongue rasped over her clit. She swallowed and started again. “Try to keep me away,” she managed.
"No,” Raphael murmured. “Nothing will keep me from you. Remember that, my Cyn. Nothing."
Cyn shivered in sudden foreboding and whispered a prayer to the winds that fate was occupied elsewhere this morning.
Chapter Forty-eight
Cyn took the front steps to Lucia's at a cheerful run, even though she'd had little more than two hours sleep. Her body was sore and aching, but it was the good sort of ache, the kind that leaves you feeling energized ... at least for a few hours. At some point, she was going to crash face first into a pillow, but not yet. Not even the wall-shaking noise level of the usual gang of teens watching television and playing games could faze her this morning.
Lucia was on the phone in her office. She gave Cyn a silent once over and raised her eyebrow knowingly before going back to whatever bureaucrat she was arguing with. Cyn backtracked down the hall to the foot of the stairs and yelled for Liz. Not her usual mode of communication, but when in Rome...?
Down the hall, she heard Lucia slam the phone with a curse, and she reentered the office in time to see her friend writing furious notes, muttering under her breath about the mouth-breathing idiots who ran the government these days. Lucia spun around and glared at Cyn.
"And you!” she said, continuing her unrelated diatribe. “I know what you've been up to, you bitch. Look at you, all shiny and glowing with satisfaction while I'm down here in the trenches battling the morons over at social services. Tell me it wasn't the vampire."