HIS TESORO? [The Sinister Series]

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Without breaking away, Rafael scooped Seraphina effortlessly into his arms, holding her as though she were fragile porcelain yet utterly his.

Setting her down on the bed, he leaned over her, blazer falling off his shoulders as he shrugged it away. The gleam of his gun as he placed it on the nightstand was the last reminder of the world outside this room.

Seraphina wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back into her, their mouths molding together in a kiss that was both raw and achingly tender. Every press of his lips, every glide of his hand over her skin unraveled her further, until there was nothing left but him.

Then, cutting through the haze, Rafael's phone buzzed sharply on the table. His jaw clenched with irritation, lips still brushing against hers as he snatched it up, his chest heaving as he answered.

"Boss, the jet is ready," came the voice on the other end.

Rafael's gaze flicked down to Seraphina, still trembling in his arms, lips swollen, breaths uneven. Her blush painted her face, and she looked like sin wrapped in innocence.

His answer came without hesitation, his voice husky, commanding.

"We leave after five hours."

He ended the call and tossed the phone aside, his gaze never leaving her.

Seraphina's eyes widened, her lips parting as heat flushed through her.

"You ignited a fire tesoro" Rafael smirked, his voice dropping low, dangerous, full of promise and tender all at once. "And we're not leaving until it burns out."

His mouth claimed hers again, hungrier this time, and her soft moans filled the room as his hands roamed, making it clear—Spain could wait.

A whimper escaped her as she clutched his shoulders like an anchor, trying to keep up with the storm he unleashed. He tasted like heat and smoke, like danger and home all at once. Every stroke of his tongue stole the air from her lungs, every press of his lips demanded more, and more, and more.

When he finally pulled back, just barely, their lips still brushing, his voice came out hoarse and raw.

"Don't ever think I wouldn't want you, tesoro. You're mine. Every fucking part of you."

His hands roamed—up her spine, into her hair—tugging her head back so he could devour her deeper. She arched into him, surrendering, drowning.

"Ra-Rafael—" she gasped against his lips, but he cut her off with another bruising kiss.

"You don't speak," he rasped, his breath hot against her mouth, "you just feel."

His teeth grazed her lower lip, biting just enough to make her whimper again, and the sound made him curse in Italian. One hand gripped her thigh, dragging her leg over his lap, pinning her in place. She could feel the restrained violence in his touch, the way he wanted to break her apart and yet protect her all at once.