Chapter 76

Valeria

It is a clash of breaths and hunger that leaves me reeling for more as Raphael stops the kiss to lay me on the wooden floor.

“Raphael—”

“Stop talking.” He puts a hand over my mouth, eyes darkened. “All I want you to do is moan.” His voice is rough, tinged with irritation.

His hand drops from my mouth and grips the fabric of my dress. With a violent tug, the cloth tears. This animalistic version of Raphael does the same with his own clothes. I slide my hands across his chest, feelin