The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia)

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.

Resting on his knees on either side of my legs, Raphael reaches for the ends of his shirt and pulls it over 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 to pick with those blasted ugly jean trousers.

A laugh from Raphael has my head lifting to find him looking at me with amusement. "If you hate my trousers so much, why don't you take them off me?"

How did he notice that? There's no way he read my thoughts or did I say them outloud?

"You were glaring at it and seeing how compliant you are with what we're doing, I assumed that it wasn't my dick that was in trouble."

I blush before remembering what he said. "You want me to take it off?"

A cocky lift of his brow. "I helped you with your clothes so it's only fair that you do the same for me." He gestures to his trousers with a tip of his head and my gaze falls to the bulge hidden beneath it.

I sit up straight and lean towards him. As though getting a mind of their own, my hands reach for the button on his jeans and undo it.

Next, I grip the zipper and pull it down, revealing a peek of the black briefs within.

Holding my breath, I pull his brief and jeans down his leg together and nearly swallow my tongue when his hard cock bobs right in my face.

"I promise that it doesn't bite," Raphael says with a chuckle. "You can touch it if you want."

The tone he's using along with the amused look in his eyes has me narrowing my eyes at him. His cock 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 around his cock.

Raphael curses and his hip jerks forward.

I'm the one smirking now as he looks down at me with heavy-lidded eyes filled with surprise.

"I thought you said that I could touch it," I reply innocently and tighten my grip as 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 cock. Without thinking, I lower my head I and slide my tongue across it,

swiping it into my mouth and getting

my first taste of him.

Another curse falls from Raphael's lips and his head tips back, making the veins alongside his neck pop out.

Smiling at the control that I have over him, I put my new power to the test. I run my tongue on the underside of his cock and over the ridges and veins popping out. "Dear God," Rapheal murmurs, and his fingers slide into my hair.

They don't do anything or try to control the situation so I let them stay on my head Going back to the task at hand, no pun intended there, I slide my lips down his length, taking in as much as I can white using my hand on the length that I

can't take.

"Ok, that's enough," Raphael rushes out and his hand in my hair pulls my head back. I barely stop a whine of protest from escaping me as his cock leaves my lips with an obscene pop sound. The complaints I was about to voice die a fast death as Raphael slides his jeans and brief the rest of the way and off his tone muscled legs.

Before throwing the jeans to the side, he reaches into the back pocket and pulls out three condoms. Ok, someone is presumptuous. Does he seriously think he's going to get to go three rounds?

He must see the look that I'm giving him because he simply shrugs as he casts his jeans and briefs aside. "The morning is still young," he says as a way of explanation.