Book 2: Honeymoon Bliss

Ainslee

Despite our teasing, I do feel a bit woozy. But my senses sharpen when Rafe enters me with his tongue.

“Oh Goddess!” I gasp, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and tangling my fingers in his hair. “Rafe!”

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe hums against my core. I don’t think he’s had quite enough of tasting me, like my blood was not enough.

‘Not nearly enough,’ Rafe says in my mind and I remember what Edmund said about leaking.

“Everyone in Warfang is going to know what we’re doing,” I groan. But I don’t stop Rafe. How can I? His clever tongue and lips just feel too good.

‘Not everyone in Warfang. Maybe everyone in the capital,’ Rafe teases me. I can feel the heat of his desire over our connection and it fans the flames of mine.

“You’re mean,” I moan, bucking my hips as my body starts to burn all over.

‘You like it.’ Rafe gives me a mental smile. He also smiles down below, I can feel it.

I grip his hair. “Don’t stop!”