Rafael's POV
I clenched my teeth as her walls sucked every drop of my release while my hips reflexively thrust upward. Tight. Throbbing. Shuddering.
A wave of pleasure rippled through every fibre of my body as I watched her trembling above me, her head thrown back, spine arched in a slow, sultry curve. The sight sent another jolt through me, so intense my legs weakened as I shut my eyes.
Fuck.
She owned her trouble. And I would give her more soon.
"Tired already?" Her husky, wet voice dragged my lashes open.
"That's not possible," I answered confidently, though my legs still twitched uselessly beneath her.
"It's shrinking already, though." She smiled in that sultry way. "Should I make it hard again?" she asked, circling her hips slowly, fully aware of what it did to my composure.
I sucked in a deep breath, gripping her hips tightly, trying to stop her. Maybe even push her off me. But she held her throne firmly. Unmoving.
"You'll regret it."
