Raphael’s POV

I held her close, her body still shivering from the pleasure's aftershocks, as her breath mingled with mine in the quiet space between us. My fingertips moved across her skin, memorising every curve and delicate shiver beneath my touch. I wanted to worship her, to make her feel as if nothing else existed but this moment—just us, entwined together, lost in the slow, scorching pull of something more than desire.

I kissed her shoulder and then lowered my mouth to enjoy the ...