"I'm a virgin," I finally say, but his expression doesn't change as if he already knew that.
"And how could I get this lucky?" is the only thing he says before pressing his mouth to mine.
We kiss slowly and leisurely as he arranges his body on top of mine, carefully, trying not to hurt me. And our kisses are intense with his every move, especially when I wrap my legs around his waist and feel that he's already hard for me.
He enters my mouth with his tongue, and a moan of pleasure escapes my throat. I start moving my hips to increase the friction.
"You're gonna kill me, beautiful," he whispers into my mouth, rubbing his rock-hard dick against my already wet jeans.
"That's nonsense; you're immortal," I joke, and he smiles back.
I dig my fingers into his back, trying to push him harder on me. I want to know what it will feel like when he collapses onto me during his orgasm. He growls when he realizes how much I want to feel him inside of me.
Raphael takes off my sweater with both hands, exposing my simple black bra. I wasn't preparing for this, and now I feel slightly ashamed that I didn't put on anything lacy before coming here.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, not paying attention to my underwear, kissing my belly, and slowly going down to my jeans. When he unbuttons them, he kisses my abdomen, and I moan with need, arching my back.
My panties are saturated when he touches them and leans closer to inhale them deeply before taking them off. I feel how my cheeks are burning with shame and desire.
Raphael unclasps my bra, exposing my breasts; my nipples are so hard I could cut glass with them. I try to cover them with my hands in shame, but he pushes my hands away.
"Never try to hide this gorgeous body from me, beautiful," he commands, leaning closer and placing one of my nipples into his mouth.
I cry out when the pleasure hits me, wondering how I could ever live without it. Yes, I had a fiancé who broke up with me when he found out that I lost my family business, but I never wanted to have sex with him. I never was this aroused. I told him to wait until the wedding. And since he turned out to be a complete jerk, that was a good idea.
But why am I doing this now? With a person I barely know. He's not even a human; he's a vampire. Then why the hell am I turned on like I've never been before in my entire life?
Another wave of pleasure covers me when Raphael bites my nipples, squeezing my other breast hard in his palm.
"I can't wait to be inside of you, beautiful," he whispers as his hand goes lower, spreading my legs and finding my wet pussy.
I want to respond to him, to say that I'm ready too, but it seems like I’ve lost all of my ability to speak.
When Raphael's finger finds my clit, I cry out and arch my back in need of release.
"You're so wet, so ready," he whispers, talking to my nipples, rubbing his fingers over my clit.
I try to squeeze my legs, but he doesn't let me, pushing them away again.
"Be a good girl, Katie." His hoarse voice is like music to my ears; I could come just from listening to him speak.
Raphael goes lower, kissing my belly and abdomen, spreading my legs wider with his other hand. When his lips reach my clit, I feel like I can't take it anymore.
His middle finger sticks into my center, but just a little, milking itself in my cum. His tongue starts rubbing my clit, fast and hungry, while he adds another finger.
And that's when I collapse. I shudder, and my whole body starts to shake as I feel the most intense orgasm in my life. I explode like fireworks, shattering into a million tiny pieces.
He keeps kissing me, touching me, rubbing me, the whole time that my climax lasts. And even when my legs fall onto the bed next to him, he keeps covering my body with tender little kisses.
And that's when I realize that I'm in love with Raphael Darrington.
Chapter Nineteen
Raphael
She looks at me from below; her eyes are half-open, glittering out of the pleasure she just had. She's so sensitive, my Katie. She responds to my every touch right away. She came sooner than I'd expected, even though I already knew she would come fast. But this time, I wanted to tease her a little longer. I guess I'll be more careful next time, torturing her a lot longer before letting her come.
"I want to see you," she whispers, getting onto her elbows slowly and reaching her hands to my shirt. "I want to see all of you."