The Fine Line - Rafe Cameron

Chapter Eleven

A/N: Giving a warning that this chapter contains sexual content!

Please enjoy ;) <33

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Alexandra's lips hadn't left his the second they entered his room. Rafe kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, the noise from the party instantly fading. Slipping his hand off her waist, he quickly locked the door behind her. They tossed their masks aside, flinging them into the air before they landed carelessly in a corner of his room.

Rafe wasted no time slamming her up against a nearby wall, immediately reconnecting his lips with hers. Her hands obsessively touched every part of his torso, leaving no part of him untouched.

His fingers suddenly wrapped around her wrists, guiding her hands up in the air to be pinned up against the wall. A gasp left her mouth at the sudden dominance, a side of him she only really saw when he was being an asshole. 

"Rafe..." she whispered, his lips beginning to travel down her jawline.

In between kisses, he roughly muttered, "I don't like the way Pope had his hands on you."

Swallowing roughly, her breath began to quicken, his tongue swirling across her neck. "I told you he's just a friend."

Pressing her wrists harder against the wall, he brought his face up meet hers. "Yeah, well maybe I need to teach him to keep his hands to himself."

Alexandra mischievously grinned to herself as his head dove back down, kissing and licking behind her ear. "If that's the case, you really wouldn't want to know what JJ's present for me is," she teased, a quiet moan escaping her lips as he began to suck on her skin.

He stopped his movement, snapping his neck at her as a scowl grew on his face. "Do I need to go downstairs and take care of him?"

Alexandra let out a soft chuckle, her tongue moistening her lips. "Don't worry, I handled it. I ended things before you even showed up."

A satisfied smirk appeared on his face. "Good girl."

Letting go of her wrists, one of his hands caught the nape of her neck, bringing her back into a possessive kiss. Instinctively, she threw her arms back around him, pulling his warm body closer to hers.

"You're mine," he growls against her lips, his hands working on the zipper of her dress. Shimmying her body to let her dress fall to the floor, his hands firmly gripped her hips, rubbing his thumbs against her exposed skin. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she moaned, his teeth gently nibbling on her bottom lip. "I'm all yours, Rafe."

He moaned into her mouth, pressing his body firmly against hers, letting her feel his growing bulge press up against her abdomen. She gripped the edge of his coat and shoved it off his shoulders, letting it fall softly to the ground.

His hands left her body, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his tan skin. Throwing his shirt off, Alexandra pulled back, her fingertips grazing down his abdomen, tracing each curve slowly. If she had one weakness, it was Rafe, shirtless.

Rafe softly laughed at Alexandra's amazement. "You can do that another time," he quietly assured.

He bent down and cupped his hands underneath her thighs, lifting her into the air, allowing them to be at the same height. The second their lips met again, Rafe let out a low groan, letting her know just how badly he wanted her.

He walked them over to his bed where he gently set her on the edge. Hovering over her, he wasted no time to begin kissing along her neck and making his way down to the valley of her breasts. Her nipples began to harden at the sight of him, breathlessly licking and sucking.