angel - rafe cameron (outerbanks)

27 - full of surprises

chapter 27
full of surprises

***TRIGGER WARNING***

*SMUT*

angie's back slammed against the cold porcelain of the sink, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. but she barely noticed, her senses overwhelmed by rafe's presence. his lips crashed against hers, desperate and hungry, as if he were trying to consume her very essence. the heat of his body pressed against hers, trapping her between the unyielding surface of the sink and the solid warmth of his chest.

her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she returned his kiss with equal fervor. the taste of salt lingered on his lips—remnants of his tears. their breaths came in ragged gasps, punctuated by the soft sounds of lips meeting and parting.

rafe's hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. his touch was both gentle and demanding, fingertips ghosting over her skin with a tenderness that contradicted the urgency of his movements. he traced the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back, his palms warm against her soft skin.

his fingers danced along her ribcage, feather-light, before gripping her hips with an intensity that made her gasp. the contrast of his touch—once delicate and forceful—sent shivers down her spine. angie arched into him, craving more.

rafe's hand slid lower, tapping gently against her thigh, a silent instruction in the gesture. angie's body responded instinctively, her legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted her effortlessly. she gasped at the sudden change in position, but rafe's lips never left hers, his hand holding her steady against him.

his mouth trailed down her jawline, peppering light kisses along the sensitive skin before settling on her neck. angie's breath hitched as he nipped at the delicate flesh, his tongue soothing the sting with a gentle stroke.

she can feel him growing against his pants, and angie moans into the kiss. her hand tugs the hair at the nape of his neck, earning a soft grunt, causing her to smile. he carries her to her bed, stumbling through her bedroom in the process. he slams her down against the matress, his body landing lightly on top of her. she looks up at him through lash-laden eyes, her chest heaving, as he leans down and captures her lips again. she tugs his polo up, separating them for barely a second as she pulls it over his head and discards it to the floor. he continues to repeat this action to her, whilst she focuses on removing his pants. the pile of clothes on the floor grows with each item they discard, until both of them are in only their underwear.

angies hands reach down his boxers, angie's eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat. he was massive, more than she remembered from last time. in this moment, a fleeting seed of doubt creeps into her mind, but one smirk from him and it vanishes. she pulls the waistband and his hands are quick to help her. 

"are you sure, angel?" he purrs, his voice thick with need. she nods, her voice gone, and he smirks, crawling down her body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. he pulls off her panties and when he finally reaches her, he teases her mercilessly, flicking his tongue tentatively over her clit, sending her arching off the bed.

"rafe," she moans, her nails digging into his shoulders.

he chuckles, the vibrations against her sensitive skin sending shivers down her spine. his fingers are quick to join his mouth, deftly stroking her until she's close. just as she's about to come, he stops, crawling back up her trembling body until he's hovering above her.

"do you know how long i've dreamed of having you, angel?" he whispers, his eyes ablaze with desire. angie's mind reels, he dreamed of this?

"please, rafe."