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.

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

me.

stop when my fingers graze the top of her pajamas bottom.

arches her back, pushing herself into

jeans as her heat engulfs my fingers. Fuck, her pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers and it makes me wonder what she will feel like when she's wrapped around

but once she sees what I'm doing, she stops her whining and instead helps me take my shirt off. Then her hands reach for the button on my jeans and

from the sofa, I

my legs

ingust my briefs.

and stop at

brief. Her pink tongue slides

her gaze stifPfixed

of

bottom and draw it down her

lower my body onto hers, holding in a groan when

down to her stomach, and stopping just above the short triangular patch of hair. Her arousal hits my nose and my mouth waters. Gripping the back of

in.

her slit, groaning when her taste hit my tongue. Fuck! How have bever

pebble, I slide the other one down her body and in between her legs. Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I fuck my tongue in and out of her, mimicking

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

up her body. "Where do you keep the condoms?" I ask against her ear, my voice sounding