Rafael's POV
I didn't know why I chuckled when she was clearly, deliberately playing along with the kids' cockroach fantasy to annoy me.
She was obviously fed up with me, but I only wanted to irritate her more.
We were spent, but I was far from satisfied.
I pressed my lips to her shoulder and inhaled the slick, sweet musk of her skin, threaded with a faint trace of jasmine from her nearly faded perfume.
Fuck. That intoxicating scent alone could make me hard again in no time.
Her confession—when she said she wanted me—awakened something wild inside me, and now my mind was crowded with every filthy thing I wanted to do to her.
Yeah, I was a beast, and she would have to live with that. Forever. Because right now, I couldn't imagine breathing air that didn't carry her breath in it.
"Get off me!" she ordered irritably, pinching my arm that was still clung around her stomach.
"Can you even stand? Your body's still shuddering."
