Going with the Flow

05: Backfire

                     I stood there for a moment, stepping back to admire Rafayel as he's all strapped to the chair with a pretty, red ribbon. I'm taken aback at just how luscious he looked at this very moment in time. He gazed up and into my eyes, his own colorful globes filled with pure, unadulterated fire and passion, even more so than the fireplace that was lit and crackling behind him. The soft glow from the fire's light accentuated his figure even more. It's as if he set himself on fire with his own Evol and I was about to walk right into an inferno of burning love. 

''You haven't even started unwrapping me. Am I gonna be thrown away just like that?'' He kept his gaze fixed on me as I stepped back, his lips flaunting a slight upwards curl. He tilts his head waiting for an answer, or perhaps some sort of movement from my end. 

''Oh, but I've seen this gift before. I don't need to unwrap it to know what it is.'' I say that, but truthfully a huge part of me wanted to rip into him like an excited child clawing open a present on Christmas morning. Indeed, I wasn't lying. Back when we took a trip to see a certain setting to get his inspiration flowing, we got stranded for a bit and needed to stay at a hotel. It was only one bed available and there wasn't any way we could be separated. Little ol' me walked in on him by accident just as he was undressing. What a sight to behold! As flustered as I was, I also couldn't help but be curious upon seeing his perfectly sculpted body...every single ab as kissable as the next, the curvature of his hips giving him a slight feminine frame, his legs and thighs perfect for biting and nibbling all over, and...His length...his girth...Maybe that's when the sexual tension started between us. And it hasn't let up since. I became even more curious about him after that, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to get to know him in a more up close and personal way, but I wasn't sure how he himself felt about it. I've kept it to myself for quite a while, but something about tonight is making me throw all caution to the wind. Rafayel cooed at me, challenging my bluff. 

''Really? You...You think you have me all figured out, do you?'' My hairs stand up on end, his deep voice slightly condescending, but arousing nonetheless. ''Before Pandora's Box was opened, no one knew if it held miracles or catastrophes. Or maybe, you're just too much of a coward to accept this 'big surprise'.'' He scoffed softly. My thought process was watered down at this point, but I've already found myself in too deep. I needed to take charge. I needed to show him how serious I was and that I wasn't here to play games any further, but was I in the right headspace to do all of that? I closed the gap between us and honed in on him, gripping the back of the chair with force and allowing myself to loom over him. I said nothing back to him, just peering into his cotton-candy eyes before undressing him with nothing but my gaze. He sneered back at me. 

''You're quite meticulous. Is there something wrong? You don't need to be worried. Even if you can't return it, there's still a lifetime warranty.'' My ''gift'' was doing everything in his power to assure me that he was ready for what I had to offer. Probably TOO ready. I had no idea what was keeping me from pouncing him like a rabid hyena on a hot Tuesday. My mind had this all planned out, but my body wasn't following suit. He leaned back in the chair calmly, waiting for me to do something. Anything at all. I still said nothing and trying to save face, I press my finger to his chest, keeping as straight a face as I could and traced my initials on his chest. His signature smirk once again returned. ''Worried about breaking me? I'm not that fragile. Anything I give to you must be perfect. Even the tiniest of flaws is unacceptable.'' My face flushed an entirely different shade of red at that point. Not only was he able to gas his own ego up, but he was also able to present himself to me so proudly. Who the hell even IS this guy? 

''Are you still concerned? I'm down for a slow...thorough inspection.'' He cooed at me again with that damn deep voice of his...He was like a siren drawing me directly into a whirlpool of emotions and eroticism. It couldn't be any more clear that he wanted this, but yet again, my body was close to yielding on the spot. No...I'm a HUNTER for fuck's sake! If I can fight something ten times my own height, I shouldn't have this much trouble with some lanky artist guy...right?