Me and the Devil

26.

⚠️Sexual Content Warning ⚠️

Rafe and I carpool over to my house - me in the Jeep, him on his bike. When we arrive, we park his vehicles in the spare garage. It's mostly empty, the only things in there are the Chrsitmas decoration, and we don't need those yet.

It's Friday night, which means club night for my parents, so I know we'll have the place to ourselves. As I take Rafe up the stairs to my room, a small knot of anxiety forms in my chest. Despite moving from the Cut, I've always loved this space - the only place in my new life that feels like mine. The walls are a soft sage green, with white trim, fairy lights and plants everywhere, giving it a cozy, secluded feel.

But now as I glance around, I feel a faint sense of embarrassment creep in. The room looks too...soft, too "good girl." It doesn't match the version of me that Rafe knows - the girl who gets high, sneaks out, and drags herself into trouble.

Rafe walks around, his gaze sweeping over n his head turning, trying to reconcile the contrast. His fingers trail lightly along my bookshelf, brushing against a row of dog-eared paperbacks, before resting on a photo of me as a kid, back when I still smiled like I meant it.

"It's nice," he says finally, his voice soft, like he's trying no to shatter the moment.

Under the dim glow of my bedside lamp, the room feels warmer, more alive. Shadows dance across the walls, and the familiar scent of sandalwood wraps around me, comforting and suffocating all at once. I busy myself grabbing extra pillow and blankets from the bed.

"You can take the bed...I'll sleep on the floor." I say breaking the silence. But before I can move, Rafe's hand catches my shoulder. My breath hitches at the sudden warmth of his touch.

"Come on, y/n," he teases lightly, his voice smooth. "We've done a lot worse than sharing a bed,"

His lips brush against my neck as he speaks, a featherlight touch that sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes flutter shut, and the pile of pillows slips from my grasp, forgotten.

"Rafe.." I manage, though it's barely a whisper.

He smiles against my skin, and his presence feels overwhelming, inescapable. With a gentle tug, he turns to face him, his breath warm against my ear.

"Just relax," he murmurs. "I promise I won't bite...unless you want me to." The teasing lilt in his voice makes my heart race.

Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, Rafe lowers me down onto the bed, his hand firm yet tender as he guides me onto the soft sheets. He hovers above me, his body a warm shadow, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

Rafe leans in, his lips brushing over my neck again, trailing soft kisses along my skin. Each touch is electric, igniting sparks that travel down my spine, making my pulse quicken. I gasp softly, my body instinctively arching towards him, yearning for more.

Rafe's hands found my waist, fingers grazing the hem of my shirt, teasingly inviting me to let him explore. My breath hitches in my throat as he lifts the fabric, cool air meeting my heated skin.

"Rafe..." I whisper, the word a mixture of longing and need.

"Shh," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "You took care of me tonight. Let me take care of you." And with that, he presses his lips to mine, fierce yet tender, as passion takes over.

I melt into him as Rafe tugs gently at my shirt pulling it over my head, taking a moment to admire me, his gaze drinking in the sight of my exposed body.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, and the sincerity in his voice sends a wave of warmth through me. But before I can respond, he leans in again. As passions envelops us, Rafe's hands roam lower with fervent touches. He trails and kisses my body, his lips warm and inviting on my skin.