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I felt a flush of heat creep up my neck at his words even as a thrill of excitement raced down my spine in anticipation of what was to come.

"It seems you bring out sides of me that I never knew existed," I murmured. "I think it's only fitting we should try something different."

Rafael chuckled darkly at that, his expression turning fierce and possessive all at once as he rolled his hips against mine with deliberate pressure.

"And you say I'm the wicked one?" He growled teasingly.

I watched curiously as Rafael reached for the phone on the nightstand and dialed a number, clearly calling one of his men based on the way he greeted the other person on the line. But what were they going to talk about? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Yes, I need you to set up something in my bedroom," he said briskly, not bothering with any pleasantries. "An oil massage with special scented oils—you know the ones I mean? I want everything ready for me within the hour. Understood?" He paused for a moment, listening to the man on the other end before nodding curtly.

"You have free reign to choose whatever oils you think would be most appropriate for the occasion," Rafael continued smoothly as he glanced over at me, his eyes glinting with promise and mischief. "But make sure they're something sensual and arousing. I plan to take full advantage of the enhanced sensations later." Oh my goodness, yes. Please do.

He hung up without any further ado after that, tossing the phone aside carelessly as he turned back to me with a wicked grin spreading across his face. I shivered slightly at the intensity of his expression, suddenly feeling nervous butterflies dance in my stomach as I considered exactly what I had set myself up for here. It was equal parts scary and exciting.

"You heard him," Rafael rumbled, prowling towards me with the lethal grace of a jungle cat hunting its prey. "We'll be having the most decadent massage oils imaginable within an hour. And then, my naughty little omega," he purred silkily as he reachedout to hook a finger under my chin and tilt my face up to meet his gaze, "I'm going to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of your glorious body with my hands and tongue until you're writhing beneath me in ecstasy."

I whimpered softly at that promise, already feeling myself beginning to grow hard again even though we had only just finished a 'marathon session' not that long ago. Something about Rafael's voice never failed to send shivers down my spine directly to my core.

"I can hardly wait," I breathed shakily as he loomed over me like a dark prince from a gothic fairytale, his eyes blazing with an almost feral intensity as he stared at me hungrily. "But first..."

I trailed off purposefully, reaching up to thread my fingers through the silky strands of his hair and tug him down until our mouths were scant inches apart. His lips parted automatically in anticipation of a kiss, only for me to tease him instead by simply blowing a soft puff of air across their surface.

"I think you promised me a very thorough Valentine's Day celebration," I murmured wickedly, my voice dropping an octave as I held his gaze steadily. "And so far? No chocolates, no flowers, not even a cheesy card with a mushy declaration."

Rafael blinked in surprise before throwing his head back with a bark of laughter that rumbled up from deep in his chest.

"You little minx," he accused, even as he looked genuinely delighted by my cheeky teasing. "Here I thought we had already consummated our union thoroughly enough times for you to be satisfied, and yet you're still trying to wheedle more out of me. Is this the start of a lifetime pattern for us, do you think?"

I could tell from his tone that he was utterly thrilled by the prospect of many years ahead filled with me playfully challenging him at every turn. He couldn't wait. And of course, that was my plan.

"One can only hope," I replied, fighting back an urge to giggle like a schoolgirl at the sheer absurdity of it all. "Though in all seriousness, you don't have to go to any particular trouble for me." That wasn't true though, but I had to say that. He had done so much already.

"Oh no," Rafael objected firmly as he settled more heavily over me, effectively trapping my smaller frame beneath his much larger one on the bed. "After everything I just put you through? After the way I took and claimed every inch of your luscious body? There is no way I'm letting you off the hook that easily." He punctuated his statement with a pointed roll of his hips that had me gasping out loud as he ground against my now painfully hard erection.

"There's got to be a limit," I gasped breathlessly, already feeling my resolve beginning to waver in the face of such blatant stimulation. "We can't go all night without breaks!"

Chapter 12

Rafael

I grinned at Anan's words, clearly amused by his teasing and playful challenge even as I felt my own resolve beginning to weaken in the face of such blatant temptation.

"Very well," I conceded, rolling off of him onto my back beside him so we were both sprawled lazily on the bed. "You've made your point clear—Valentine's Day deserves at least some token gestures of affection and celebration."

Anan brightened at my admission, sitting up with a cheeky smile playing about his lips as he gazed down at me.

"So, you'll get me something?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with naughtiness even as they traced over my body. "Not that I need it, of course. You've already given me the greatest gift imaginable with your body."

I chuckled at his bravado, propping myself up on one elbow to smirk back at him roguishly. "Your ego is truly as insatiable as your libido," I teased. "But yes, I suppose a few trinkets are in order to commemorate the occasion properly. I'll be back shortly."

With that declaration, I slid out of bed and began gathering my clothes from where they lay scattered on the floor, dressing quickly while keeping one eye on Anan to ensure he didn't try anything foolish in my absence.

Within minutes, I had pulled on fresh trousers and a shirt before heading out into the hallway towards the guest suite where I kept my personal stash of valuables. I needed to get chocolate, flowers, and a card for my omega. It was Valentine's Day after all. I would do anything for him, no matter how ridiculous it was.

The safe opened with a smooth hiss as I keyed in the combination, revealing a small chamber lined with velvet and housing a variety of precious items accumulated over the years. I sifted through the contents quickly, selecting a box of high-end chocolate truffles and a bouquet of rare, midnight-blue roses that I knew Anan would appreciate for their beauty and uniqueness.

With those secured under my arm, I moved swiftly to the desk where a stack of pre-written valentines sat waiting to be gifted. I had these items from my previous adventures with other omegas. They never made me feel what Anan was, though.

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