Me and the Devil

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⚠️Sexual Content Warning⚠️

The moment his lips crash into mine, the world seems to collapse. Rafe’s breathing is erratic, his hands are everywhere - on my back, my waist, tugging at me as though trying to anchor himself. I surrender to his need, my hands find his chest, steadying myself against the thundering pulse beneath my fingertips, as I return the kiss with equal fervor. This isn’t about perfection or control. This is about survival, about finding a way to breathe when the world feels like it’s collapsing.

Rafe breaks the kiss, his lip trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as his hands move to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head without hesitation. I shiver as the cool evening breeze hits my skin, but it is quickly replaced by the warmth of his mouth, his lips and tongue mapping the curves of my body like he is memorizing me.

“Rafe,” I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders as he pushes me back toward the couch, the cushions sinking beneath us as we fall. He looms over me, his eyes dark and intense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I need you,” he growls, his hands moving to my shorts, unbuttoning them with rough efficiency.

“I’m right here,” I whisper, my hands moving to his belt, helping him shed his own clothes as quickly as possible. The urgency is palpable, the need to connect, to feel, to remind themselves that they are alive, that they are real.

He pushes my shorts down my legs, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart as he settles between them. Rafe’s lips find mine again, the kiss deep and demanding, his tongue tangling with mine and his hand moving between us, his fingers slipping into me with a groan.

“Fuck, y/n,” he mutters against my lips, his fingers moving in a rhythm that has my fingers digging into his shoulders. “You’re so ready for me.”

I moan, my head falling back as he teases me, his touch both rough and reverent, like he was trying to worship hme and consume me all at once. “Rafe, I’ve been ready for you,” I pant, my body coiling tight, desperate for more. “Even when we were apart, I always wanted you.”

He smirks, a dark, wicked look that sends a shiver down my spine, before he pulls his hand away, locking eyes with me as he positions himself at my entrance. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice low and gruff like he didn’t just need to hear it in this situation but in everything that has happened.

“I’m sure,” I breathe, my hands moving to his hips, pulling him closer. “I love you.”

He doesn’t hesitate, thrusting into me with a force that makes me gasp. He is rough, his movements urgent, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move, his breath coming in sharp, short bursts.

I wrap my legs around him, my nails moving to his back, my nails digging into his skin as I meet his thrusts, my body moving while his rhythm is anything but graceful. It is messy, frantic, but it is real, and in that moment, it was all we had. “Rafe,” I moan, my voice breaking as my orgasm builds, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. “I’m close.”

Rafe growls, his pace quickening, his hands tightening on my hips as he drives into me, his body moving with a desperation that mirrors my own. “Come for me,” he demands, his voice hoarse.

The words send me over the edge, my body shaking as my orgasm rips through me, my walls clenching around him as I cry out his name. He follows moments later, his thrusts stuttering as he buries himself deep, his release spilling into me with a guttural moan.

For a long moment,we stay like that, our bodies still trembling, our breaths ragged. Rafe finally pulls out, collapsing beside him, his arm draping over her waist as he presses a kiss to her shoulder. “I love you,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, the storm in him seemingly calmed, if only for a moment.

I turn to face him, my hand moving to his cheek. “I love you too,” I whisper, my heart full despite the chaos of the day. “And we’ll get through this. Together.”