Rafael's POV
The image of my Nana's lips tracing every line of my cock earlier still lingered. It wasn't enough. She kept insisting she wasn't bleeding much anymore, that she wanted to do it. And I cursed my own knowledge of her anatomy and health with every ounce of restraint I had. Because I couldn't ignore the soreness, the pain that would hit her once the high faded. I couldn't watch her collapse again in front of me. And I didn't trust myself not to lose control once that line was crossed.
So there was no way I could sleep in the same bed with her tonight.
I told her to sleep in the children's room. She might want to check on how they bonded with Mr. and Mrs. Kleith earlier. But when I stepped out of the bathroom and saw her already curled up under the blanket on our bed, I froze for a second… then smiled.
That smile only made the shameless hardness below twitch.
