Raphael: Bayou Bites (Bayou Heat Book 1)

his cock swelled to near impossible thickness. Christ, she wanted to drink him down, the way he’d taken her cream in the bayou earlier, but Raph had other ideas.
He pulled back from her gently, his cock glistening, the veins popping as it returned to his muscled abdomen. “On your back, ma cher,” he commanded darkly. “And spread those legs for me.”
There was nothing Ashe loved more then when he talked to her like this in bed. Rough, yet loving. Commanding, yet always cherishing her. Breathless, she dropped back against the pillows and let her thighs fall open.
Looming above her, her gloriously muscled god was staring down at her pussy. His eyes flashing the fire of his cat. Ashe knew what he—and the puma—were seeing. Pink, wet flesh that cried out to be taken.
“You are the most beautiful female that has ever existed, ma cher. How did I get so lucky…”
His eyes had lifted to meet hers now. They clung to hers, tender and true. And as he moved over her, her beloved warrior, she felt the singular beauty of reconnection.
“I want to bury myself so deep in you I get lost,” he rasped. “Forever lost.”
“Yes,” she cried softly to him as she felt the heat of his skin, his chest playing against her hard nipples. “Now, Raph, please.”
His cock was so wonderfully, brutally hard that he had to fist it, help it find her entrance. Once there, he circled the wet flesh, bathing his swollen tip before plunging it deep inside her pussy.
Both of them groaned at the amazing sensation, the perfect fit.
Raph’s hands slipped around to cup her ass, lifting her hips, and with one terrifying snarl he pulled out, then sank back in again.
Deep.
Just as he’d promised. All the way to her womb.
Ashe gulped air, saw stars, gripped the sheets, then wrapped her legs around his waist. Mine. Forever mine. Clinging to him, thrusting her pelvis upward, grinding against him as he worked his cock in and out of her drenched pussy. This was it…everything. Their perfect connection.
Their lifelong mating.
Raph’s mouth was on her right breast, and as he moved—in and out of her, back and forth—he laved her nipple with his tongue, then suckled the bud deep into his hot mouth.
Ashe cried out, her hands thrusting into his hair. She pressed him down, wanting more, wanting…yes…that was it. She felt his canines. Scraping her nipple.
Goddess, the sensation went straight to her pussy.
She was going to explode!
Her clit filled with blood, pulsed to the rhythm of his plundering strokes.
“Ma cher, my love…” he uttered.
He lifted his head, his eyes clinging to hers, hungry, desperate. Filled with the deepest of love. And as he thrust in and out of her pussy, holding her close, their bodies slapping with wet heat, he shook his head.
“What?” she whispered breathlessly. “What’s wrong?”
“I fucking love you so much, Ashe.” His voice was so pained, his eyes too. “I need you to know that. You are my life, my soul—the air I breathe. Do you understand?”
Her eyes pricked with tears. “I love you too. I need you.”
“You have me. Always. I swear on my life.”
His thrusts grew manic then, as if he was trying to reach her heart. The heart that belonged to him.
Always.
He took her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, lovingly, and with one last shattering stroke, he broke.
The hot wave of come, the thick fingers digging into her backside, and her favorite…
The circling of his hips to get himself even deeper inside her, even closer to her.
Crying out, arching her back, thrusting her hips, Ashe followed him over the cliff in a rush of shaky, trembling, luminescent pleasure. The perfect union of body and soul.
Flying together.
Forever.
Bayou Bites
Parish
Coming Soon!

Bayou Heat Books
by Alexandra Ivy
and Laura Wright
Book 1-2
Raphael/Parish
Book 3-4
Bayon/Jean-Baptiste
Book 5-6
Talon/Xavier
Book 7-8
Sebastian/Aristide
Book 8.5
Bayou Noel
Book 9-10
Lian/Roch
Book 11-12
Hakan/Severin
Book 13-14
Angel/Hiss
Book 15-16
Michel/Striker
Book 17-18
Rage/Killian
Book 19-20
Ice/Reaux
Book 21-22
Kayden/Simon
Book 23
Blade