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moored boat, he would have drifted away.”
    “So you thought if you saved me, you’d save your husband. Why?”
    “I was so angry with him. I wanted another chance. If I’d done something wrong that made him pull away from me, I wanted a chance at undoing it. Don’t you see? When he drowned, I never got to ask him why he didn’t love me anymore.” She’d cried so many nights, trying to understand all that had happened.
    “I’m sure there was some other explanation for him being away at night. A man married to you would not need a mistress. Believe me when I tell you that if I had you in my bed every night, there’d be no reason to ever seek pleasures elsewhere.” Raphael traced her lips with his thumb, then slipped it between them. She instantly sucked on him and saw him close his eyes. “See? That’s what I mean. With your lips on any part of my body, I would never have the strength to leave your bed.”
    When Raphael opened his eyes, his gaze collided with hers. His eyes had gone dark with passion. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and lowered it to her breast, where he rubbed his digit over her nipple.
    Her breath hitched.
    “I want you to ride me. You’ve got me under your thrall, and I’d like to offer my body to you. Take your pleasure. I’m here to serve you.”
    His strong hands supported his words as he pulled her on top of him. Her legs automatically fell to each side of his hips, and her core aligned with his hard length. Isabella sat up and looked down to where their bodies were joined. His manhood was swollen, almost purple in color, evidence of the blood it was pumped full with. She reached for it with her hand and stroked against it.
    He jerked at her touch and moaned. “Tell me, Isabella, did you touch me when I was unconscious?”
    She felt her cheeks color with embarrassment.
    “Please, I want to know. There’s no need to be ashamed.”
    She avoided looking at his face when she answered him. “I washed you and dried you.”
    “Did you stroke your hand over me like you just did?” His voice was hoarse. She snapped her gaze to him and could see excitement shine in his eyes.
    Isabella nodded. “Just once.” She felt herself get wet at the memory.
    “Did you touch my balls? Did you cradle them in your palms?”
    She ran her hand along his shaft again, up and down. “I only let my fingertips slide over them.”
    “Did you like it?”
    “Yes.”
    “And now, do you like it that I’m awake?”
    Isabella wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed, eliciting a groan from him. “I like it better now, because now you’re hard and big.” She pressed his shaft to her center, sliding against him so he touched that place where her pleasure concentrated, the place that throbbed uncontrollably now.
    “I like it better now too,” he offered, “because now I can feel what you’re doing. Yet, the thought of what you did when I was unconscious excites me. It makes me want to do the same to you: to touch you when you’re asleep. To slip into your tight sheath when you’re not even aware of it.”
    The thought shouldn’t excite her, but it did. To be taken by him when she had no defenses, no way of fighting it. To allow him such liberties with her body that not even her late husband had taken. “What would you do?” she heard herself ask.
    She noticed his eyes flicker with lust. “I would slide my cock into you from behind, drive myself into you to the hilt. You would still be slick from earlier in the night. Then I’d hold onto your hips and pump into you, slowly and steadily, without any haste until you found yourself waking up.”
    Isabella pressed his cock closer to her and slid up and down, the liquid heat that flooded her with every word he spoke dripping from her onto his balls.
    “My angel, I can feel you weep for me.” He pumped his cock in her hand. “Ride me.”
    When his hands came to her hips, she lifted herself and aligned his cock at her moist entrance. With one