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.

one curiosity and now it's time to satisfy the countless others that I harbor. Lowering the top half of my body onto her, I groan as her nipple presses against my chest through my

me.

collarbone and I stop when my fingers graze the top of her pajamas bottom. I deepen the kiss as my

kiss and arches her back, pushing herself into the palm cupping

her pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers and it makes me wonder what she will feel like when she's

doing, she stops her whining and instead helps me take my shirt off. Then her hands reach for the button on my jeans and I let her help me

from the sofa, I push

my legs

ingust my

slide down my body and stop at the bulge in my

behind the thin material of the brief. Her pink tongue slides out of

lips with her

front of

bottom and draw it down her legs in one go,

body onto hers, holding in a groan when our bare skin touches without

and stopping just above the short triangular patch of

in.

slide my tongue over her pussy lips, getting her ready 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

legs. Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I fuck my tongue in and out of her, mimicking the movement that I'm going to be doing with my cock

have Daphne writhing and whining under me. Soon, her fingers are pulling on my hair as she lets out a scream and clamps down on my tongue. I groan as I lap on the

you keep the condoms?" I ask against her ear, my voice sounding