Viona's POV
My hands reflexively clung tighter around his neck as he strode fast into our bedroom. Then he threw me down roughly, my body bouncing against the bed.
I winced and bit my lower lip so I wouldn't groan in pain as the dull sting flared again in my shoulder from Rafael's throw.
Hell, it only made the thrill spike higher, and I didn't want to ruin this hot moment by giving that throbbing pain any attention. I let my needy urge win over the annoying ache in my shoulder.
Rafael's intense gaze drilled into me as he climbed onto the bed slowly.
The earlier throw had made my thin one-piece ride up, rolled to my stomach, leaving my lace panties on full display, tingling against my skin.
I let it show shamelessly. I didn't know what was happening to my body, what he had done to me, that made me lose my logic every time my cold skin met his warmth.
The lust was maddening. My thirst felt impossible to satisfy. It was addictive.
