Beautiful Beast - Page 84

“He is.” I grin. “Most people don’t get Uncle Sergei, but the truth is—he’s just a big golden retriever.”

“A military-trained, trigger-happy, seriously deranged golden retriever.”

“I guess that sums him up rather well.” I glide my palm down Rafael’s chest and wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s rock-hard. I arch an eyebrow. “Again? We just had sex. Twice.”

“You’re lying over me, naked. What do you expect?” He takes my waist and slides me down onto his rigid length.

Being in the water makes the sensation of him sliding into me surreal. Just like the first time we made love.

“I wish we had time to go out on your boat again. To that Kraken spot,” I pant as I ride him.

The corners of Rafael’s lips tilt upward, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. They seem . . . sad, for some reason. “Aren’t you still worried about the water creatures?”

I wrap my arms around his neck and slam my mouth to his. “Well, yeah. But, you’d save me, wouldn’t you?”

“Always. From anything,” Rafael rasps as he drives into me from below. “Myself included.”

I don’t get a chance to ask him what he means by that because, suddenly, he’s slamming into me as if something’s possessed him. Usually, his initial strokes are slow and gentle until I adjust to his size, but not now. I like it.

He surges deeper with every thrust, filling me up completely, making me gasp for my next breath. His muscles are hard under my palms, taut with strain. He’s so much larger than me that it makes me feel protected, even without a threat of any kind nearby.

Even though I don’t need his protection.

Strange how I’ve never felt threatened by him. Not even in the beginning.

I cling to Rafael’s neck as he pumps into me, staring into his sultry eyes.

“Today, you’ll be wearing nothing but my shirt,” he grunts as he keeps pounding into me relentlessly, bringing me closer to the edge each time he hits my G-spot.

Despite the bathtub being huge, I don’t think it was meant to be used like this. It wobbles left and right from our frenzied pace, water spilling over the rim and flooding the tiles.

“Do you understand, Vasilisa?”

“Yes!”

Air escapes me in short, shaky huffs while my pussy spasms around his cock. My mind is all mushy. Gone. Nonexistent. Another powerful slam, and I’m destroyed. Throwing my head back, I scream my pleasure, just as Rafael’s roar thunders through the room, and we both sink into rapture.

* * *

“Gray or black?” I lift two hangers in front of me.

“Gray.” Rafael nods toward the shirt in my left hand. It’s the one I wore when he took me shopping at Albini’s. His favorite.

“Am I allowed to wear underwear underneath? You said shirt only.”

“You can go without. I banished all men to beyond the house walls.” He opens the nightstand drawer and starts taking out the velvet jewelry boxes. A minute later, he approaches, holding the necklace of gray diamonds and gold. “Will you wear this for me today?”

I smirk and turn toward the mirror.

Rafael comes up behind me and pushes my hair away. “How did you get this?” he asks as he sets the necklace around my neck.

“What?”

“This small scar here.” His finger brushes the skin below my shoulder blade.

It takes me a few moments to realize what he’s talking about. “I don’t actually remember. I only know what Mom told me.”

“What happened?”