𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 ― rafe cameron

είκοσιοχτώ ; 28

song of the chapter:
BATHROOM ; montell fish

! NSFW THEMES UP AHEAD, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !

With a soft sigh, Rafe leaned into the kiss, his free hand moving to cradle the back of her head. The touch was possessive, yet somehow tender, as if he was claiming her in a way he'd never done before. His lips moved against hers with a growing urgency, the kiss deepening as he explored the softness of her mouth.His other hand remained on her necklace, tracing the intricate patterns of the chain before finally letting it drop to rest on her thigh. The simple act seemed to ground him, to tether him to the present despite the storm of emotions swirling within him. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, but keeping his forehead pressed against hers. Rafe's eyes searched hers, looking for answers, for confirmation of something he couldn't quite put into words.

"Rafe, please." She managed to say while staring in his eyes.

He stared at her for a moment longer, his breath hitching at her blunt request. A part of him wanted to laugh, to scoff at how absurd she sounded. But another part, the part that had been starved of affection and warmth for so long, recognized the plea behind her words.With a low growl, he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn't even a sliver of space left between them. "Is that what you want?" His voice was rough, edged with desire and something darker, more primal. Without waiting for an answer, she dipped her head down, capturing his lips once again. This time, there was no tenderness, no pretense of gentleness. It was raw, desperate, a reflection of the chaos and turmoil that raged inside him.

He kissed her hard, almost punishingly so, pouring all of his pent-up frustration and anger into the movement of his lips and tongue. One hand slid up her body, roughly palming her breast through the thin fabric of her dress before continuing its ascent to tangle in her hair.He tugged sharply, forcing her head back to expose the column of her throat. Rafe took advantage of this newfound access, trailing biting kisses along the sensitive skin, marking her as his own. His teeth scraped over her pulse point, drawing a gasp from her lips. Lost in a haze of lust and adrenaline, Rafe barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching. It wasn't until someone cleared their throat loudly that he snapped out of his trance, whirling around to face the intruder with a snarl.

Her eyes snapped open, immediately searching to see whos at her door. With a quick rattle of her bedrooms door knob, her brother stepped into the room. Rolling off Rafe, she sits up and rolls her eyes at him.

"Hermés, what could you possibly want?"

Rafe's gaze flicked over to the intruder, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of Margarita's brother. He straightened up slowly, not bothering to hide the bulge in his pants or the flush on his cheeks. If anything, he seemed to revel in being caught in such a compromising position.

He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to face Hermés fully. "Well, well, well... Looks like we've got ourselves a little audience here." His tone was mocking, taunting, as if he relished the opportunity to rub their intimate moment in the other man's face.

Rafe knew he should feel guilty, ashamed even, for allowing things to escalate so far with Margarita while her brother was just down the hall, but in all honesty he didn't even care. He loved the girl, and he was going to take his chance.

"Just come in to let you know the family is home, welcome back." Before walking out and closing the door behind him. Hearing a key turn in the door she rolled her eyes before getting back on top of the handsome boy infront of her and threading her hands through his hair, locking their lips once again.