The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Daphne's POV What's happening here?

The question that flashes in my head doesn't stop me from kissing Raphael. Neither does knowing that we need to talk first. Instead, I tighten my grip around his neck and try to pull him closer to my body.

Raphael's lips leave mine and seek a path down my body, starting from my neck which he lavishes with nips and bites.

When he gets to the round neck of the shirt that I chose to wear to bed, he simply lifts my shirt until it gets to under my chin, effectively exposing my breasts. Taking advantage of that, he lowers his head and closes his lips over my left nipple, making my back arch off the sofa as I try to offer him more of me.

I want his lips all over my body and it's insane the way his touches and kisses have this effect on me. While he's showering my chest with kisses, I struggle to pull off my shirt completely and slide my fingers into his hair.

"Raphael," I moan softly, and his head lifts. His eyes lock with mine and what I see in them has me gasping. His eyes are the darkest that I've ever seen.

"I need you, Daphne," he groans as he slides back up my body and takes my lips into another kiss.

"Have me"" I whisper into the kiss, not caring how insane I sound With a soft kiss on my lips, he reaches down and slides my pajama bottom down my legs, throwing it to the side once it's off my body. The contract between my nakedness and his fully clothed body brings an ache between my legs that has me clenching my thighs together.

his head in one go. My breath hitches as I get a good look at his chest. My gaze follows a light trail of hair that disappears into his trousers. I suddenly had a beef

laugh from Raphael has my head lifting to find him looking at me with amusement. "If

no way he read my thoughts or

and seeing how compliant you are with what we're doing, I assumed that it wasn't my dick that was in

said. "You want me

helped you with your clothes so it's only fair that you do the same for me." He gestures to his trousers

though getting a mind of their own, my hands reach for the button on his jeans

and pull it down, revealing a peek

his leg together and nearly swallow my tongue

it doesn't bite," Raphael says with a chuckle. "You can

might not bite me but something tells me that it can cause more damage than a bite ever could. But I refuse to let Raphael keep spotting that annoying look on his face so without thinking about it reach out and curl my fingers

curses and his

smirking now as he looks down at me with heavy-lidded eyes filled

I drag my fist up and down his hard throbbing cock. My little victory is forgotten as precum pools around the head of Raphael's

my mouth

taste