CODE BLUE FOR MORALS

CHAPTER 4

Valentina’s body was still trembling from the aftershocks when Rafael rolled her onto her back. The narrow bed creaked under their combined weight, but neither of them cared. The red emergency lights had dimmed even further, casting everything in a haze of crimson shadows that made his face look sharper, more dangerous. His eyes were almost black now, pupils blown wide with raw want.

He knelt between her thighs, hands sliding up her legs with deliberate slowness, pushing her scrub pants down inch by inch. She lifted her hips to help him, hating how eager she felt, how desperate. The fabric caught on her ankles before he tugged it free and tossed it aside. Her panties followed, ripped down in one swift motion that left her gasping.

Cool air hit her heated skin, but it lasted only a second before his palms were on her again, spreading her thighs wide. He looked down at her, exposed and glistening in the faint light, and the sound he made low, guttural sent a fresh wave of wetness through her.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough like gravel. “Soaked for me. All that hate, and your body’s been begging for this.”

She wanted to snap back, to throw some cutting remark that would put him in his place, but the words died when his thumb brushed over her clit again, light, teasing. Her hips jerked up involuntarily.

He smiled, dark and wicked. “No more pretending, Valentina. Not tonight.”

His hands moved to his own scrubs, shoving them down just enough to free himself. She caught a glimpse thick, hard, the head already slick before he leaned over her, bracing one arm beside her head. The heat of him pressed against her inner thigh, heavy and insistent.

She reached for him, fingers wrapping around his length, stroking once, twice. He was velvet over steel, pulsing in her grip. His breath hitched, forehead dropping to hers.

“Careful,” he warned, voice strained. “Or this ends before it starts.”

“Then stop talking,” she whispered, guiding him closer, rubbing the tip through her folds. The friction made them both groan.

He didn’t need more invitations.

Rafael pushed forward slowly, eyes locked on hers as he sank in inch by torturous inch. She was tight, still sensitive from her orgasm, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper.

When he was fully inside, he stilled, letting her adjust. Their breaths mingled, harsh and uneven. She could feel every throb of him, every twitch.

“Move,” she finally breathed.

He did.

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, dragging against every nerve ending. The second was harder, deeper. By the third, the bed was rocking, headboard tapping the wall in a steady rhythm that matched the storm outside.

Valentina wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him closer. He shifted the angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out—sharp, broken sounds she didn’t recognize as her own.

“Yes...fuck...there...” she gasped.

He growled in response, one hand sliding under her ass to tilt her hips higher, driving into her with controlled power. The other hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her neck so he could drag his mouth down her throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

She raked her nails down his back, under his scrub top, feeling the flex of muscle as he moved. He was relentless deep, grinding thrusts that had her clenching around him, chasing the building pressure.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he rasped against her skin. “Tight and hot and mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice should have angered her. Instead, it pushed her higher.

He pulled out suddenly, making her whine in protest, but only long enough to flip her over. Strong hands lifted her hips until she was on her knees, chest pressed to the mattress. He entered her again from behind in one smooth stroke, deeper than before.

The new angle tore a moan from her throat. His hand splayed across her lower back, holding her in place as he set a punishing rhythm hard, fast, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room.

One hand snaked around to her front, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles that matched his thrusts.

“You’re going to come again,” he said, voice dark and commanding. “Around my cock this time. I want to feel you milk me.”

She was already close teetering on the edge from the way he filled her, owned her. His fingers pressed harder, faster.

“Come on, Valentina. Let go.”

She shattered a second time, harder than the first. Pleasure crashed through her in violent waves, her body clamping down on him as she cried out his name, raw, desperate. He cursed under his breath, hips stuttering as he fought to hold on.

But he didn’t stop.

He rode her through it, drawing out every tremor until she was shaking, oversensitive and pleading.

Only then did he pull out, flipping her onto her back again. He loomed over her, stroking himself once, twice, eyes devouring her flushed, wrecked state.

“Not done with you yet,” he said, voice hoarse.

He pushed her scrub top up, exposing her breasts, mouth descending immediately—hot, wet suction on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. She arched into him, hands fisting in his hair.

He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, nipping at her hipbones until he settled between her thighs again. His breath ghosted over her swollen folds.

“Rafael—” she started, unsure if she could take more.

He didn’t let her finish.

His tongue dragged through her in one long, slow lick, tasting both of them together. She jolted, thighs clamping around his head.

He pinned them open with strong hands, holding her still as he devoured her,lapping, sucking, fucking her with his tongue until she was writhing again, hips grinding against his face.

Two fingers slid back inside her, curling, thrusting in time with his mouth on her clit.

She was lost.

The third orgasm built slower but deeper, coiling tight in her core. He didn’t let up, merciless, skilled, like he’d studied her body for years and knew exactly how to break her apart.

When it hit, it was devastating.

She came with a choked sob, back bowing off the bed, fingers pulling hard at his hair. He groaned against her, drinking her down, fingers still moving until she collapsed, boneless and breathless.

Only then did he rise up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wild.

He pulled her into his arms, both of them slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync. The storm outside had quieted to a steady rain, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of sex and surrender.

He kissed her slow, deep, tasting herself on his tongue.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her lips. “Fucking incredible.”

She should have pushed him away. Should have reminded herself this was a mistake.

Instead, she pulled him closer, legs wrapping around him again.

Because they weren’t finished.

Not even close.

He hardened against her thigh almost instantly, as if her body called to his. She reached between them, guiding him back inside with a shared groan.

This time, it was slower and deeper. Face to face, eyes locked, moving together like they’d been doing this for years. His hand cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip.

“Tell me you feel this,” he said quietly, thrusting slowly and deliberately. “Tell me it’s not just hate anymore.”

She couldn’t lie.

Not now.

“It never was,” she whispered.

Something shifted in his expression: relief, triumph, something softer she wasn’t ready to name.

He kissed her again, hips rolling in a rhythm that built them both back up, steady and inevitable.

They came together this time her clenching around him, him spilling deep inside with a low, broken groan against her neck.

After, they stayed tangled, breaths slowing, bodies cooling in the dim red light.

He traced lazy patterns on her back, lips brushing her temple.

“Still hate me?” he asked, voice husky with amusement.

She huffed a quiet laugh. “Working on it.”

He smiled against her skin.

Outside, the storm had passed.

Inside, something new had just begun.

And neither of them was ready for the lights to come back on.