The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia)

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.

I've satisfied 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 t-shirt. I'm kissing her a second later because it seems her lips have enchanted

me.

My hand slides down her body from her collarbone and I stop when my fingers graze the top of her pajamas bottom. I deepen the kiss as my fingers slide in.

Daphne gasps into the kiss and arches her back, pushing herself into the palm cupping her sex. So needy.

Giving her what she wants, I slide two fingers into her pussy and nearly come in my 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 my cock.

With that image in my head, I pull away with a little protest from her 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 I let her help me unbutton and unzip it.

Lifting from the sofa, I push my

jeans down my legs until I'm

standing ingust my briefs. Daphne's

eyes slide down my body and stop at the bulge in my briefs that isn't

exactly hidden behind the thin material of the brief. Her pink tongue slides out of her mouth as she wets

her lips with her gaze stifPfixed on

the front of my brief.

I groan as I stalk back to the sofa. I reach for the sides of her pajama bottom and draw it down her legs in one go, smiling when I find her naked underneath it.

Tossing the pajamas to the side, I lower my body onto hers, holding in a groan when our bare skin touches without the barrier of any clothing.

Without any delay, I start kissing down her body, staring from her nipples, 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 her left knee, I place it on my shoulder and dive

in.

I 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 even if she doesn't know it yet.

With one hand groping her breast and turning her nipple into a hard 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 the movement that I'm going to be doing with my cock very soon.

It doesn't take long to 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 wetness seeping out of her.

With one last lick, I start kissing my way back up her body. "Where do you keep the condoms?" I ask against her ear, my voice sounding deep and husky even to my ears.

"I don't have a condom with me," she whispers, her legs still wrapped around my hips with her wetness seeping through my brief from where I'm grinding into her.

A lot of conflicting emotions brew

within me. First, I'm glad that she doesn't have a condom because it means that she hasn't entertained anyone for a while -at least not in

this house. But with thatness

comes a crushing sense

disappointment at knowing that I'm not going to get the chance to be inside her tonight.

"It's ok," I say, hoping that I don't sound as disappointed as I feel.

"We can do other things that don't require a condom."

"Like what?" She questions with a cute little frown on her face.

"Why don't I show you?" With that said, I lower my lips back onto hers.