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    He tucked her panties into his pocket, all the while holding her captive with his gaze. The need in his expression stole her breath, made her light-headed. “You know me, Macy. You know the me that matters. The me that burns for you. The me that craves you with every fiber of mybeing.”
    Tears stung her eyes, her heart and body overflowing because of him, for him. “Raphael.”
    “You have no idea the power you have over me, Macy. You’re my food, my drug. My everything.” Holding her thighs open, he leaned forward to give her an intimate kiss. The first warm stroke of his tongue over her super-sensitive flesh had her keening from the exquisite shock of sensation.
    Raphael groaned deeply, pulling her ass to the edge of the counter, balancing her precariously so that he had better access to all her intimate parts. Barely mindful of her stilettos, Macy carefully balanced her feet on his shoulders, as open as she could be for him. It was more than enough as he plundered her drenched folds with his lips and teeth and tongue, making darting sweeps to her smaller puckered opening before returning to lap her folds and teasingly circling her clit.
    He was a master, a maestro who thoroughly enjoyed his work as he drew musical moans and percussive pants from her finely tuned body. She cried out again, her hands flailing wildly as she sought contact with something, anything to help her stay grounded. Her fingers sank into the thickness of his unruly hair as her legs spread wider of their own volition. Her hips rose and fell involuntarily as she shamelessly lifted her core to his mouth in a greedy quest for more, for everything. The contrast of cool granite and hot tongue ignited her desire, catapulting her up to the pinnacle of pleasure.
    Raphael demonstrated that he hadn’t forgotten a thing about her body, bringing her down with light strokes of his tongue before drawing her up again. All at once he grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands to her sides as he thrust deep inside her with firm strokes of his tongue. The sensation of being bound, held captive by his will and his sensual demand sent her over the edge.She came hard, bowing off the counter, his name torn from her throat on a keening cry.

CHAPTER SIX
    Raphael scooped Macy up and searched for her bedroom. Luckily there weren’t many doors to choose from, and he quickly found the master.
    Gently, he settled her onto the bed, then began to remove her remaining clothes. He slipped off her shoes, then took his time unclipping her stockings from the garters. Slowly he rolled her stockings down each shapely leg, stopping every so often to press little licking kisses to her skin.
    Her eyes fluttered open as he reached for the metal fasteners that held the front of teal-colored brocaded bra closed. “You’re pure magic,” she told him, sighing with evident relief as he freed her breasts from the confining material.
    “Not magic, just inspired.” For the first time in eight years, he gazed down at her nude body. She was breathtaking. Mesmerized, he reached out to glide his fingertips over her, not daring more than the light touch. The pale rose of her nipples, small bullet points topping the darker rose of her areolas, the generous handfuls of her breasts. Her pale soft skin, sloping from her ribs down to the gentle swell of her belly and the gorgeous curves of her hips. Macy had an hourglass figure, a bombshell form, the physique of a goddess.
    Her hands fluttered at her sides, as if she fought the urge to cover herself. “Say something.”
    “You’ve scrambled my brain, sweet Macy,” he said honestly. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.” He brushed his thumb across one distended nipple. “So very beautiful. I can hardly wait for the second round.”
    “I want you, Raffie,” she said plainly. “I want you inside me, so you can feel as good as I do right now. But you’ve worn me out. I don’t know if I have the energy to do more than lie