Chapter 70 NOT AGAIN

RAPHAEL’S P O V

My hands slid down to cup Naya’s butt, molding the soft globes in my rough hands, and my action seemed to rouse Naya from her stupor.

‘‘Raphael, wait…’’ Naya breathed, pressing her palms against my chest, and pushed me away, but I responded by claiming her lips once again, my hands lifting her while I staggered forward, uttering a groan as I pressed her against the counter, and carefully placed her on top of it without breaking the contact.

Naya protested while moaning, struggling against me, but she was stunned when my hardness brushed her left knee. ‘‘Stop…’’ she pushed me again, managing to tear her mouth away from me, her voice came out ragged as she struggled to speak, and drew breath at the same time.

She sighed when I remained still, my gaze lowering to meet hers.