Iris's POV

The word was barely out of my mouth before Rafael’s hand settled on my back and guided to the bed.

“Lie back,” he said. 

I sat on the edge first, then slowly lowered myself onto the dark sheets. The mattress was firm and cool against my bare skin. He stood over me for a long second, just looking at my naked, marked body, still wet from him. My thighs were already sticky. I didn’t try to close them.

"Look at you," He exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh. “You're still dripping from the wall and already spreading out like you’re waiting for the next round. Greedy little...