The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 145

Raphael's POV With one hand on the small of her back and the other around the back of her knees, I lift Daphne into my arms and she tightens her grip around my neck.

I head for the sofa and lay her across it, covering her body with mine a second later and taking back her lips.

She moans into the kiss and her fingers slide into my hair, pulling on the end strands and driving me insane.

I've spent weeks imagining how her lips will taste and none of those conjuring could have prepared me for the real deal.

Absolutely none of them.

I put some of my weight on Daphne, pushing her into the sofa as my hands reach down to grip her thighs. Opening her up so that her legs are on either side of my hip, I press my sex against hers, groaning just as she lets me whimper. Pulling and sucking on her bottom lip, I roll my hips into hers, wishing more than ever that I didn't have these stupid jeans on.

But I know that the friction is giving her the relief that she desires so I don't pull away to take my stupid jeans off.

Besides, it's wise to keep them on as a barrier.

My fingers make a path from Daphne's waist and into her shirt where I grope her bare breasts. Al of a sudden, I'm dying to know if her areolas are the same pale pink that I've envisioned several times.

Tired of wondering, I rest on my knees and reach for the ends of her shirt. Daphne assists by lifting her upper body off the sofa and lifting her arms over her head for me to drag the shirt up them.

Once the piece of clothing is off her body, I satisfy my curiosity.

My gaze feast on her body; from her creamy shoulders, down her collarbone, and finally ending at her dark pink areolas.

my body onto her, I groan as her nipple presses against my chest through my t-shirt. I'm kissing her a second later because it seems

me.

graze the top of her pajamas bottom. I deepen the kiss

the kiss and arches her back, pushing

her pussy is squeezing the

I'm doing, she stops her whining and instead helps me take my shirt off.

the sofa, I push

my legs

my

body and stop at

the thin material of the brief. Her pink tongue

her

front of

the sofa. I reach for the sides of her pajama bottom and draw it down her legs

my body onto hers, holding in a groan when our bare skin touches

the short triangular patch of hair. Her arousal hits my nose and my mouth waters. Gripping the back of her left knee, I

in.

for what's to come. Daphne's fingers slide into my hair, digging in and scraping against my scalp. Smiling, I slide my tongue into her slit, groaning when her taste hit my tongue. Fuck! How have bever survived without this? Now that I've had a taste of her, I don't think I can ever back down. She's mine even if

between her legs. Rubbing her clit

long to have Daphne writhing and whining under me. Soon, her fingers are pulling on my hair as she

keep the condoms?" I