Everything is going to be perfect... isn't it?
How can you mess up twice?
Well, Rafe Cameron can.
But how much patience does Aresu have? Especially when her life seems to get more and more complicated on its own...
This story is once again for you...
Before reading imagine the scenery first: The light shines grey and dull through the window, creating dark and big shadows in the room. The light seems blinding and the shadows harsh. Soft dust-particles are flying in the air, creating a very beautiful light-spectacle in the room. The room almost appears to be sunken in a black&white filter, colors aesthetically dull. Here are a few pictures that fit to the aesthetic of the last chapter:
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(Song: Closing in~ Klergy)
"Touch me until it hurts." "The problem is", he said as he leaned in, „if I kissed you now, I don't think I'd be able to stop." "Then don't. Rafe. I want you. And I want you only." "You're the greatest risk I have ever taken," he said, his lips touching the crook of her neck. Shivers ran down her spine, crawling like spiders along the soft skin. She wanted him. And she needed him badly. "Rafe," she moaned, pressed against the wardrobe. "You're a woman, use it. Being every man you meet to his motherfucking knees," he said, looking at her trough eyes filled with lust and passion. A fog seemed to settle down over them, making him seem like being in a trance. "Then go on your knees and please me," she said with a thin voice and looked at him. Her hair stuck to her sweaty neck while she raised her chin and rested her head against the wood of the wardrobe. His fingers slid down, slithering slightly along her skin, leaving behind traces of goosebumps. His eyes still rested on hers, until they moved downwards. He seemed to swallow soundly. "You're a goddess, the way you stand there." "Then worship me." He smiled lightly, loving, coming closer, kissing her neck again. His hot tongue glided over the skin, leaving behind red marks. Standing in front of him with only her bra and skirt on, was arousing as it was but being kissed on her bare chest was more than enough to drown her into the same trance he was in. His fingers curled around the clasp of the bra, opening it without any effort. The fabric was fastly removed, laying abandoned on the floor, forgotten and unwanted. His hands traced the curve of her hip, going upwards and surrounding her breasts. His tongue caressing her nipples with much care as if to show that they were as delicate as porcelain.
