POV: Rafael Lee
I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around my waist, only to find Seraphina standing at the door to my room. How the hell did she get in? Maybe I forgot to lock it earlier—I'd been too angry to think straight. But there she was, clearly drunk and swaying slightly on her feet, her eyes glossy and unguarded.
"Why are you in my room, Rafael? Do you want us to fuck?" she slurred, staring at me with a mixture of hurt and defiance.
We ended up sitting next to each other, the silence between us thick with everything we hadn't said. I waited patiently until the haze in her eyes began to fade and she sobered up.
Then, she stood to leave—but paused at the door, her hand resting on the handle. She turned back, locking eyes with me.
"Why do you keep pushing me away?"
"Because if I don't," I said quietly, "I'm going to fall for you. And I can't afford that."
"But I'm not her," she snapped, voice sharp with emotion.
"But you could be," I replied, barely above a whisper.
She looked away, her body tense like she was about to walk out for good. But before she could reach the door, I crossed the space between us, grabbed her gently by the wrist, and kissed her.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't tender.
It was desperate—like two lovers reuniting after years of aching separation
Our mouths crashed together like we'd been starving for this—starving for each other. Her lips were warm, soft, and tasted like wine and fire. I cupped the back of her neck, angling her mouth to mine as her fingers tangled in my damp hair, pulling me closer. Closer still.
Seraphina moaned against my mouth, that sound sending a shockwave straight to my groin. I deepened the kiss, biting her lower lip before soothing it with my tongue, and her breath hitched, her entire body trembling.
I lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the wall as her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. She clung to me like I was her anchor, her lips moving wildly with mine. There was no hesitation, no shame—just two souls crashing into each other.
"Say it," I breathed against her throat, kissing and biting down her neck. "Tell me you want this."
"I've always wanted this," she gasped. "I want you, Rafael. All of you."
I carried her to the bed and gently laid her down like she was something precious—something breakable. But we both knew what we were about to do wasn't going to be soft.
It was going to be messy.
I peeled her dress off her body, slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, revealing her flawless skin and the black lace lingerie she wore underneath. My mouth watered.
"Fuck," I muttered. "You're unreal."
She arched her back as I trailed kisses down her chest, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples already hardened from the cold air and tension. I took one into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue while my hand massaged the other, earning a loud, needy moan from her.
Seraphina's hands moved to my towel and yanked it off with urgency. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked down at me, cheeks flushing.
"Show me how much you want this," I growled, moving to the bedside drawer and retrieving a condom. I handed it to her with a smirk. "Put it on."
Her lips parted as she took it, her eyes never leaving mine.
She sat up, her fingers trembling slightly as she tore open the wrapper, then wrapped her hand around me—slow, sensual strokes that made me groan and close my eyes.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice like honey laced with sin.
"Just like that," I breathed, nearly losing control.
She rolled the condom onto me, deliberately slow, her touch featherlight and infuriating. Once she was done, I pushed her gently back down onto the bed and spread her thighs apart, kissing a path from her inner thighs to her lace panties.
"You're soaking," I murmured against the damp fabric. "I haven't even touched you properly yet."
I peeled her panties down and dropped them on the floor, then kissed the inside of her thigh before pressing my mouth to her heat. She cried out, her hips bucking as I sucked her clit into my mouth, tongue flicking and swirling, devouring her like a man starved.
"Rafael—God—please…" she whimpered, her hands in my hair, tugging.
I slid two fingers into her, curling them just right as my tongue continued its assault. Her thighs trembled, her entire body tightening.
"I'm gonna—oh fuck—"
She came undone on my tongue, crying out my name like a prayer.
I kissed her inner thigh again, then moved up her body, lining myself at her entrance. Her eyes met mine—glassy, raw, full of something that felt dangerously close to love.
"You okay?" I whispered.
She nodded, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Don't hold back."
I thrust into her in one deep, slow stroke, groaning at the way she clenched around me—tight, wet, perfect.
We both stilled, breathing heavily, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.
Then I began to move.
Long, deep thrusts that had her gasping, clawing at my back, moaning my name like a broken record. I leaned down, kissed her, thrust harder.
"More," she cried. "Harder."
I flipped her over and pulled her hips up, driving into her from behind, watching the way her ass bounced with every thrust. She was wild, untamed, a goddess beneath me. I slapped her ass lightly and she moaned, pushing back onto me, matching my rhythm.
"Fuck, Seraphina—you're gonna ruin me."
We went again and again—different angles, different rhythms—until our bodies were slick with sweat and our moans echoed through the room. At one point, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top, riding me like she was in control, her nails digging into my chest, her breasts bouncing.
She kissed me as she moved—slow and hard—grinding against me until she came again, shaking and breathless. I followed right after, groaning her name as I spilled into the condom, holding her tight.
We collapsed, tangled together, our hearts racing.
She was draped over me, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. Neither of us said a word—but the silence wasn't awkward. It was heavy. Charged. Full of emotions neither of us dared to speak aloud.
Not yet.