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I marvelled at the serene surroundings as I effortlessly nudged open the gate to the Mo Art Studio with my foot. An abundance of greenery, which seamlessly transitioned into the intricate stone trail that guided me towards the entrance, flanked the pathway.
The soothing wind carried the refreshing fragrance of the nearby flowers, contributing to the serene atmosphere despite the bustling seagulls.
I carefully set the bags of ice down on the gravel in front of the grand white building, using my jacket sleeve to mop up the sweat from my brow. “Looks like I will have to change into something else and shower.”
As I entered the passcode, I felt the panel’s sleek and cool surface under my fingertips. However, my hope disappeared when an error message popped up, showing that the code was incorrect. “I probably got it wrong.” I reentered it, but the same error message appeared. It annoyed me. “What the hell? Did he change the code on purpose?!”
Frustration filled me as I fumbled through my pockets, desperately looking for the key. “Of course he did. There’s no other explanation. He’s probably getting a right kick out of his so-called prank right now, but the jokes on him I still have his key. He probably forgot that it even exists.”
I discreetly placed it into the studio lock, manipulated it until it clicked open, retrieved the ice bags from the floor, and entered. “Baby, I’m back! I have the ice… I’m so sorry, I'm late. I got delayed by Wanderers, even if I have the day off doesn’t mean they do.”
I called out to get his attention, but since he didn’t respond, I took it upon myself to enter his private studio by pushing the door open. “Raf?”
Undeterred by the silence, I pressed on, skilfully manoeuvring around the scattered art materials that littered the intricately designed wooden floor. Suddenly, a single paintbrush caught my eye amidst the disorder. “I do not want to slip on that… that would be even more inconvenient.”
The image of our encounter last year intruded upon my thoughts, the desire to feel his heated skin against mine resurfacing, prompting me to take a cleansing breath to banish it. “I can handle this. Whatever today throws at me, I got this.”
Despite his offer to let me back out with no hard feelings, I stuck with him and did not want to leave him alone. If I did, he would just pass out on the floor again until someone saw him next.
In anticipation of the inevitable, my throat involuntarily tightened. “I’m completely on top of this.”
A graceful, translucent white curtain draped over the glass door to the garden, casting a soft, diffused light into the room and concealing the breathtaking view of the rose-coloured clouds.
The light reflected off of Rafayel’s face, highlighting his evident disappointment and lack of creativity as he sat with his back turned to the untouched canvas.
He sighed heavily, his gaze falling upon the paintbrush and palette he was holding. When he saw me, his lashes fluttered and his cute pout quickly morphed into a playful smile. “Babe, you’re back!”
I could tell that he was aware of his actions. He looked like he took delight in the slight inconvenience I faced with the door code. “Did you change the pass code on the door?”
The corners of his mouth curled up, forming a smirk that hinted at his playful demeanour. “I’m not sure… If I did, it must have slipped my mind.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Even though I tried, I couldn’t help but see him as absolutely adorable. “Liar.”
After placing the brush on the palette, he gently laid it on his lap and leaned his head on his palm, revealing a sweet smile. “What took you so long, anyway? I missed you.”
Struggling with the weight, I hauled the bags past the inviting bath and unceremoniously dumped them into the brand new freezer that Rafayel had invested in. “I had to deal with some Wanderers, but luckily, I got the ice back in record time.”
I heard his voice calling out to me from behind, breaking the silence. “Are you sure you want to be here?”
After I had dealt with the remaining bags of ice, I approached him. “I said I would be here for you last year, or did you forget that?”
A mischievous smile played on his lips. “I didn't but you have a fish brain.”
“Hey, I'm not the fish brain… Fish brain…” I retorted but it didn't phase him.
“Impressive comeback,” he added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“I promised… I would be a bad bodyguard if I went back on my word.”
Through his long lashes, his piercing eyes bore into mine, silently scanning every inch of me with an intense, flickering gaze.
I stretched my shoulders and arms, feeling the satisfying release of tension. “Anyway, I’m gonna freshen up, because those Wanderers gave me quite the workout. Get yourself comfortable, okay? And I will be right back.”
I turned my back on him and headed to the bathroom, but as I reached it, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the wooden floor.
Out of nowhere, a hand emerged from behind and rested above my head, whilst his other hand found the curve of my waist. He swiftly twirled me around and used his body to pin me against the door. “Gotcha.”
As I gasped for air, my mind suddenly went completely blank. “...”
He leaned in close, lowering his head to my ear, and his breath tickled my skin. “You don’t need to do that.”
With each inch closer, the warmth of his skin became more palpable until my fingertips finally grazed his burning flesh. “Raf…”
“Are you sure you want to stay?”
“Yes.”
“Be sure…” He said. “You need to be sure.”
“I’m sure.”
With a tender touch, he intertwined his fingers in my hair, his penetrating gaze locked onto my eyes. “I could barely hold myself back from you last time…”
His breath, warm and ticklish, brushed against my ear and neck as he leaned in, his chin resting on my shoulder, and whispered softly. “It will be worse this time.”
I felt a twisting sensation in my gut, like a swarm of butterflies, but I ignored it, not wanting to be swayed by the subtle innuendo of his words. Yet, his piercing gaze had a way of drawing me in, and I found myself completely captivated.
Those eyes, oh God, they stirred something deep within me, and he was well aware of the effect he had on me. I stood there in silence, my voice stolen from me.
With a single finger, he gently lifted my chin, his eyes filled with seriousness, but a smile formed on his lips as he relished in my silence. “Speechless?”
Flashes of warmth washed over me, but I kept my composure. I reached out and pulled his hand close, feeling the warmth of his fingers as they interlaced with mine. “I-If you’re trying to scare me, baby, it’s not gonna work.”
With each word he uttered, his voice became darker, taking on a husky quality that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes lingered on me, savouring my appearance like one would savour a delectable dessert. “Aren’t you the least bit curious…why? Princess…”
“Fuck! Anything but that nickname…”
The sensation of my teeth grazing my bottom lip was barely perceptible as I took a gulp. As he uttered that word, it felt like velvet caressing the air. “I hope he didn’t notice that.”
He always teased me, his words like tiny daggers that pierced through my defences. “Well, if he wants to play this game, he will lose.”
Though I vowed not to run or cower, my words eluded me, leaving me to gulp nervously to compose myself. But when his fingers brushed against my waist, my heart raced with anticipation. “Okay… I’ll bite. I’m curious… why will it be worse?”
He pulled me closer, his powerful arms encircling my waist, and gently brushed his lips against my forehead. Then, he nuzzled his face into my hair, savouring the intoxicating scent that enveloped him. “Before I tell you… Do you promise you won’t run away?”
I found myself trapped, unable to make even the slightest movement, although I had no intention of trying. He was strong. “I promise.”
As he shifted strands of my hair away from my neck, I could feel his warm breath against my skin, creating an intimate connection. His lips traced it softly and whispered. “Because I’ve tasted you.”
The heat rose to my face, turning it a bright shade of red. His words caught me off guard, causing me to stumble, but he kept a firm grip on me and pulled my hand to his partly revealed chest, his skin on the tips of my fingers. “Raf-”
As his teeth lightly brushed against my neck, I instinctively jerked towards him, startled by the sensation, as he spoke in a husky voice. “I-I need you.”
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t loosen the grip on my hand. His hand clenched tightly around it, causing the veins to bulge beneath his skin. “He is strong… I can’t move.” I tried to lead him towards the tub, but he would not budge. “Baby… L-Let me get you to the tub okay, I’ll get you some ice to cool you down.”
There was a struggle between us as I directed him towards the tub, but he paused and pulled my arm back to his revealed chest muscles.
“There’s still time for you to leave if you want to… I-I can resist you.”
Even though he said those words his actions contradicted him as he would not let me move.
As I attempted to free my arm from his chest, his grip tightened, unintentionally tearing his shirt open and revealing his muscular chest, defined abs, and flushed skin that tempted my fingertips to reach out and touch.
His revealed torso captivated me, making it nearly impossible to look away. “Raf, C’mon, we can’t mess around. We have to cool you down. Isn’t this why you wanted me here today? To help you. Let me get the ice.”
I could feel the heat radiating from his face and ears as my fingertips delicately brushed against his flushed cheek. “Raf? Are you listening to me?”
No matter how hard I tugged, he stubbornly refused to budge.
“Raf?”
His intense eyes locked onto my lips, studying their every movement, completely oblivious to the words coming out of my mouth.
“Where are you going?”
While I was trying to move him, he stumbled backwards and ended up on the expensive sofa, his grip on my waist getting stronger as he pulled me down with him.
As I landed on his lap, I could feel the warmth of his body beneath me. As I settled on top of him, my thighs found their place on either side, bringing us closer together. I couldn’t ignore the feeling of his hardness pressing against me. “F-Fuck.”
With his cerulean scales now visible on his skin, he gently directed my hand to his face. I felt a tingle run through my fingertips as they grazed his skin, and I could tell he was enjoying my touch.
He paused, his eyes never leaving mine, intensifying the weight of the moment. His hunger grew to such an extreme that he became desperate for any means of sustenance, even desiring the smallest touch. “Scared yet, Y/N?”
As I ran my hand down his neck, I could feel the mesmerising patterns of his scales, until I reached the defined bone structure of his collarbone. As his ears turned red, his skin burned. “No, I’m not scared.”
Interpreting my response as a signal, he confidently adjusted my position on him and secured his grasp around my waist.
His face nuzzled against the crook of my neck, his teeth lightly grazing my skin, eliciting a husky whine that escaped his lips. I couldn’t help but squirm against him, feeling his erection against my underwear as he held me as close as possible. “Fuck… Please. Do whatever you want to me, Master.”
The way he handpicked his words had a profound impact on me. My entire body warmed up in an instant. “Fuck…”
His eyes inspected my lips as he waited for me to speak, but met my eyes again as he led my hand down his abs towards his v-line. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Speechless, I froze in place.
He rubbed his erection against me in search of release. The only obstacle that hindered him was our attire.
My lips followed a path up his neck, my fingers entwined in his purple hair, as I let out a moan in his ear. “Oh, my pretty Lemurian pet… Are you trying to get off on your master?”
When he heard my voice, it was like music to his ears, and he desperately nodded, taking my hand to trace his abs. He revelled in this dynamic and whimpered as he breathed in my scent, as if he couldn’t live without it. “My perfect girl... Let me feel good... Hmm… Don’t make me wait. You know I hate waiting.”
With my thumb resting on his chin, I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. I felt his eyes on me, his gaze locked onto my lips, creating an undeniable tension as we waited for one of us to break the silence.
“Be a good boy for me and we will see.”
His moan reverberated against the sensitive skin of my neck, his teeth brushing against me with a mixture of longing and need. As he fumbled with the zipper of my yellow dress, it was clear he couldn’t wait to discard it. “Hmm… Take it off, Y/N… I need your heat… need to feel you…”
I teased with an innocent smile as I pulled his hands into mine and away from the zip. “What if I don’t?” I kissed up his neck once more, trailing kiss after kiss on his hot skin. “You’re weak right now… and I know all your weaknesses.”
He gathered up my hair in his fingers, scratched his teeth against my exposed collar, and whimpered. “Don’t tease me, Y/N. You forget I know all your weaknesses, too.” His tongue lapped around my neck and hit a sensitive spot which he grazed his teeth against.
My body instinctively moved against his, the sensation almost too much to bear, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “... Raf…”
His firm grip on my chin held me captive, but it was his piercing eyes that held my attention. As I propped it up to him, his head lowered, and the sensation of his tongue running across my lips sent shivers down my spine. I obliged their craving for entrance, granting them access. As his tongue danced around mine, I moaned into it and threaded my fingers into his lavender hair.
After gently releasing his lips from mine, he whispered soft words into my ear. “I will do all the things you like… just don’t make me beg…”
Rafayel’s hands, as if guided by instinct, found their place on the small of my back, their touch simultaneously firm and gentle. In a seamless motion, his hips enticingly grinding against my moist undergarments, the hindrance of his trousers intensifying the thrill. “Please... Fuck... I’ll do anything…”
He greedily breathed in the scent of my skin. “I can smell how turned on you are right now, it is driving me mad… Y/N.”
I couldn’t deny it any longer; his ability to detect it only intensified my desire. “Fuck.”
With a moan escaping his lips, he confidently ventured beneath my dress, savouring the sensation of my thighs against his hands. “I need you, now.”
Suddenly, he rose from the couch, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me towards the coffee table, his eyes filled with intense desire as he drank in every inch of my body.
My heart pounded in my ears as I sat up and glanced at him through my lashes. “Raf, what are you-”
He kneeled in front of me, running his hands up my back until they reached the zipper of my dress again. This time, the air resonated with the sound of fabric ripping. As he held onto the dress, his focus shifted to my drenched black panties and fragile bra, causing his grip on the ruined dress to tighten. “I-I’ll get you another dress, okay? I just needed it off.”
“Raf! That was new! I just bought it this morning!”
While I raised my voice, the sight of his strength as he tore it off me sent an indescribable surge of warmth through me, making my thighs involuntarily clench.
Getting up from his knees, he used one of them to separate my legs, leaning over me with intensity.
With his lips hovering near mine, the intoxicating scent of his breath enveloped me, leaving me feeling lightheaded.
“Fuck… If we do this, we can’t take it back.”
The sensation of his knee against me grew increasingly impossible to overlook and it left me speechless. “Fuck.”
My fingers delicately explored the curves of his face, and in response, he nuzzled into my touch, cherishing the intimate connection we shared.
“Y/N?”
“I won't take it back.”
I removed his shirt, exposing his slender yet strong arms, and my fingertips hovered tantalisingly close to his perfectly sculpted abs.
With a sense of urgency, he deftly removed my underwear, sliding them down my legs. Slowly and carefully, he undid the clasp of my bra, revealing my blushing chest. Placing me on my back, he skilfully adjusted my legs onto his broad shoulders, ensuring a secure and comfortable position.
As he looked at my naked body, desire filled his eyes with intense longing. He pressed his head against my chest and gently kissed my collarbone, his voice filled with lust as he whispered softly. “Let me do more… you are driving me crazy… please let me…”
His kisses on my stomach set my senses on fire, making me gasp for air and releasing an involuntary moan from my lips. “R-Rafayel…”
The sound of his name caused a moan to escape from his throat. “Fuck… Y/N.” His touch ventured to the intimate space between my thighs, where he playfully teased and caressed my wet and aroused folds. “Oh fuck… you're so wet for me…”
I clenched my teeth at his lewd words, fighting the urge to let out a moan as he teased me with his hot, dexterous fingers.
Seemingly unhappy I stifled my moans, out of protest he dug his teeth into the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, causing a surge of pain mixed with pleasure to course through me and abruptly lift my body upward. “Don’t stay quiet… I need to hear you…Fuck. Let me hear you.”
With unwavering focus, he watched my every reaction as his finger slid effortlessly inside me, triggering an overwhelming surge of pleasure that compelled me to release an uninhibited moan, ensuring that every moment was forever ingrained in his memory. “R-Raf… so good…”
As his finger moved inside me, he expertly teased the delicate skin of my inner thigh, lightly grazing his teeth against it for added pleasure. “Good girl.”
His praise caused my fingers to knot in his purple hair, and I could only express my pleasure through a deep, guttural moan as he added another finger.
He took his time, savouring each deliberate movement of his fingers, and I could feel the pleasure building within me. “Oh fuck… you smell amazing.”
Pleasure consumed me, unable to suppress a moan as I felt my walls constrict tightly around his fingers. “... Ra-Rafayel…”
With his husky and delicate breath, he traced the skin of my thigh with his teeth as I experienced ecstasy, and he consumed it eagerly. “Oh, fuck… You're gonna cum aren't you, baby? I… need you to cum all over my fingers.”
His dirty talk had a powerful effect on me, causing my body to respond by moving my hips in sync with the rhythm of his fingers inside me. “R-Raf… I’m gonna c-cum. Let me c-cum.”
Giving in to my relentless begging, he disregarded any reservations and adeptly teased my clit with his tongue, savouring my arousal and eliciting a throaty moan that rippled through me.
“Yeah… just like that… Fuck!”
The sensation of his tongue and fingers consumed me, causing my back to arch and a symphony of moans to fill the air as he uttered his words.
“Oh… F-Fuck… Baby, you're so hot… that's it, cum for me…”
I threaded my fingers into his lavender hair at his filthy rambling as waves of orgasmic bliss washed over me, I could feel my body trembling with pleasure and my heart racing in my chest. “R-Raf…”
“Baby… look at me… I need to see you.”
As he commanded, I fought against the captivating haze of ecstasy, pushing my head up and forcing my eyes open with great effort.
Through his lashes, he stared intensely, capturing every reaction I made as I reached my peak, relishing each expression and breath, and etching them into his memory. “That's it, Fuck! You smell so fucking good, Y/N… I need more…”
He slowly withdrew his fingers from me, observing as I gradually descended from my euphoric state. “You look so beautiful all fucked out for me… Fuck. You'll be the death you know that, Y/N.”
Even when the intense rush subsided, my heart continued to thump against my chest. Every nerve in my body yearned for the sensation of his touch, causing me to quiver uncontrollably. An intense longing for him filled my core, causing a sensation that pulsed through my entire being. I glanced at him coyly, peering through my fluttering lashes. “R-Raf… take me… I need to feel you inside me…”
Leaning over me, he held me close to his chest, his grip possessive, almost protective as he delicately grazed his teeth against my neck, captivated by the allure of my scent, lapping his lips across my pulse point. “F-Fuck… Baby… Do you mean that?”
“F-Fuck I'm never gonna let you leave.”
When our lips collided, a fierce heat surged through my body, leaving me lightheaded and longing for a deeper connection. As his tongue eagerly delved into my mouth, I didn’t hesitate to grant him access, and his moans only intensified our intimate connection.
Opening my eyes from our kiss, I saw Rafayel, clumsily undoing the zipper on his dress pants with his fingers, and setting his eager cock free. It stood proudly, positioned beneath his navel, as pre-cum trickled out in abundance.
His cock, with its remarkable size and undeniable thickness, elicited an immediate response from me, as my pussy instinctively clenched in anticipation.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him; his whole body was a masterpiece, meticulously crafted and proudly displayed, leaving me utterly speechless.
He aligned his cock with my entrance, playfully teasing me by lightly stroking before spreading me open. “Oh fuck… You smell so good… I won't be able to hold back.”
With aching desire, I pressed my folds against the sensitive head of his member, desperate to be penetrated by him. “Then don't, baby, I can take it.”
A hiss left his mouth as he wrapped my legs around his waist, and used his thighs to lift my bottom off of the coffee table and placed both hands at either side of me. “You have no idea what you're saying, so don't tease me because I will fucking ravage you.”
As he penetrated me, a delightful rush of pleasure swept over me, causing me to luxuriate in the overpowering sensation and unconsciously shut my eyes. The movements of his cock were like a symphony of pleasure, each stroke building on the last and driving my arousal to new heights.
His moans echoed through the room as he kept up his relentless, forceful thrusts. “Fuck… You take me so fucking well baby…”
Underneath our movement, the coffee table emitted a distinct creaking noise.
I could hardly contain the intense pleasure, and all I could do was moan while clutching onto his back, my nails leaving marks on his skin.
“Oh fuck… You're so fucking tight. It's like you are made for me.” Whispers of his vulgar words filled my ear, followed by the sudden, sharp sensation of his teeth against my neck and then breasts which caused me to yelp which only seemed to make him go rougher on me.
His precise movements brought me to the edge of pleasure, causing me to throw my head back in blissful surrender. “R-Raf… F-Fuck… s-so… g-good… soo b-big…”
He continued his forceful thrusts at my praises, his whines echoed through the air, adding to the intense atmosphere. “F-Fuck, Y/N…”
With each powerful thrust from Rafayel, the vibrations on the coffee table beneath us intensified. I tightened around him, my need to find release overwhelming, as I desperately desired to coat him with my essence, and an uninhibited moan echoed through the room. “R-Raf… I-I’m close… s-so close.”
His piercing eyes bore into mine, leaving me captivated and unable to break the gaze. “That's my girl… keep taking me just like that… Fuck… You're all mine…”
Lost in the throes of lust, his claim to me made me clench uncontrollably around his cock. “I’m all yours, Raf.”
He let out a low groan, feeling the tightness of my core gripping his throbbing cock. “You keep squeezing me like that, you're gonna force it outta me.”
I could not restrain myself as his words hit me like a tidal wave, leading to an overwhelming and euphoric release. “R-Raf… I’m cumming… oh god…”
In response, he emitted a deep, guttural grunt, completely captivated by the intoxicating scent enveloping me, while he continued to thrust without mercy.
The coffee table protested with a series of ominous creaks, as if it were on the verge of collapsing.
Consumed by desire, I pleaded with him, craving the sensation of his hot release filling me completely.
He buried his head in the crook of my neck, captivated by the allure of my scent. “Shit Y/N… you smell amazing… Fuck… You're gonna make me-” His body shuddered with pleasure as my orgasm surged through him, eliciting a deep groan of ecstasy with each thrust as he bit my neck again.
The sensation was so intense that I couldn’t contain myself and cried out in pleasure. “Raf… I need it so bad… Please…”
His grip on my waist tightened as he let out a low moan, his thrusts increasing their rhythm. “A-Anything for my princess.”
The way he said that nickname was so captivating that my body reacted instantly, completely enthralled by his words.
My legs squeezed against his waist, a reflexive response to the powerful waves of pleasure that continued to wash over me and I dug my nails into his back to relieve the pressure building up inside me from his relentless thrusts. “R-Raf, t-too… m-much…”
His moans grew louder in my ear, matching the increasing speed of his thrusts. “Hold onto me… I'm so fucking close…”
Nodding in agreement, I entwined my fingers in his purple hair once more and his back, relishing the sensation of digging them in with every thrust.
The coffee table quivered beneath us, growing increasingly unstable, as if it could no longer bear the weight.
As pleasure washed over me, his name spilled from my lips in a series of breathless moans.
With a tight grip on my waist, he pulled me closer, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You're squeezing me so fucking tightly, Y/N… fuck you must really want it if you're trying to force it outta me… ”
In a moment of pure ecstasy, I threw my head back. “Y-You feel… s-so good… d-deep… s-so d-deep...Ra-Rafayel…”
His cock trembled inside me as he unloads his hot cum into me, his load thick and unrelenting.
As our ecstasy reached its peak, the coffee table crumbled beneath our weight, and we landed on the luxurious carpet below.