At first, they were soft and tender, almost reverent, as though he were savoring every inch of her. But the tenderness quickly gave way to something hungrier.
His kisses came faster, rougher, scattered across her skin like a sudden storm. He lingered against her neck, his lips and tongue teasing her sensitive skin as though he wanted to devour her whole. Hera could feel his growing desire in every movement, the tightening of his arm around her waist, the heat of his body pressed against hers, and the way his other hand firmly squeezed her breast as he fondled it repeatedly.
A breathless moan slipped from her lips.
"Rafael…" Hera managed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Hearing his name only seemed to fuel him. His hold tightened, and another shiver ran through her as he continued, utterly unwilling to let her regain her composure.
