Page 14 of Rafi

Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine. For a moment, she hesitates, as though weighing whether to give me the satisfaction. Then, her lips curl into a smirk, her voice dripping with challenge.

“You think you can handle me?”

It’s all the permission I need. My lips crash onto hers, the kiss searing and hungry, a battle for dominance that neither of us is willing to lose. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I press her harder against the door, grinding against her as her legs wrap around my waist. It’s just Tayana and me—no secrets, no pretense, only the heat of our collision. Her mouth is soft yet fierce, meeting my hunger with her own, our tongues tangling in a rhythm that’s as primal as it is electric.

Her nails scrape down the back of my neck, igniting a sharp sting that shoots straight to my core. I groan into her mouth, pressing her harder against the door, my hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. Her dress is a thin barrier, teasing me with every curve beneath the fabric.

She arches against me, her body rolling in a way that drives me insane. My hands grip the backs of her thighs, and she gasps, the sound like a spark to a flame.

“You’re playing with fire,” I murmur against her lips, my voice hoarse with need.

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t back down. Her hands tug at the buttons of my shirt, popping them open with a kind of desperation that tells me she’s just as far gone as I am.

“Good thing I can stand the heat,”she whispers, her voice low and teasing.

I growl softly, gripping the hem of her dress and yanking it over her head in one fluid motion. The sight of her steals what little control I have left—lace barely covering her curves, her skin flushed with desire, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my eyes devouring her.

She smirks, but her bravado falters slightly when I close the distance, my lips grazing her collarbone, my tongue tracing a line down to the swell of her breasts. Her body jerks beneath me, a gasp escaping her lips as I peel the lace away, exposing her fully.

Her hands find my hair, tugging as I take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue before grazing it with my teeth. Her moan is raw and guttural, her hips grinding against me in search of relief.

I pull back, meeting her gaze as I slide my hand between her legs. Her arousal coats my fingers as I tease her, slipping one finger inside before pulling it out just to hear her whimper.

“You’re mine tonight,’’ I rasp.

Her smirk returns, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, quickly masked. “Prove it,” she challenges.

“Tell me,” I demand, my voice low and rough. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Her eyes blaze with defiance, but her body betrays her, her hips rocking against my hand. “You’re so full of yourself,” she breathes, her voice unsteady.

I chuckle darkly, adding another finger, curling them inside her until I hit the spot that makes her cry out. “And you’re full of shit if you think you don’t want this just as bad,” I counter, my thumb circling her clit as her body shudders beneath me.

Her hands claw at my shoulders, and her head falls back, her lips parting in a silent plea. I pull my fingers away, ignoring herprotest, and lift her effortlessly into my arms, carrying her to the vanity.

When I lay her ass on it, she’s a vision of chaos—her hair splayed across her shoulders, her lips swollen, her skin flushed and glistening. She watches me with hooded eyes as I drop my pants, her gaze flickering down my body before snapping back to my face.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and the sight almost undoes me. “You talk a lot for someone who’s about to lose control,”she taunts, her voice shaking just enough to betray her own loss of control.

She reaches into her purse and retrieves a condom, and I roll it onto my length as I step forward, glad for her forward thinking. But the fact that she’sthatprepared has me clenching my teeth in irritation as I wonder if she makes it a habit to walk around with protection in her bag.

I move into her, hovering over her, my knee nudging her legs apart. “We’ll see who unravels,” I murmur before sliding into her in one slow, deliberate stroke.

Her gasp is sharp, her nails digging into my back as she arches against me. The heat of her surrounds me, pulling me deeper, and for a moment, I have to pause, my forehead resting against hers as I catch my breath.

“Fuck,”I rasp, my voice strained as I hold steady. She fits me just the way she’s meant to. “Fuck!”

“Don’t stop,” she interrupts, her hips rolling beneath me, demanding more.

I obey, pulling back before thrusting into her again, harder this time. Her body meets mine with equal intensity, her moans filling the room, each sound driving me closer to the edge.

We ignore the knocks on the door and everything else outside this little room; it’s only me and her in this moment.

Our movements are frantic, messy, a collision of need and desperation. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I bury my face in her neck, biting down gently as her nails rake down my spine.

Every thrust pulls her closer to the brink, her cries growing louder, her body trembling beneath me. Her hands clutch at me, holding on as though I’m the only thing keeping her grounded, and it’s beautiful to watch her face as she unravels.

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