𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟕

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN a burning desire(contains smut)

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WITH THE GRIP on my throat still stern, I darted my eyes to the surrounding seats. Rafe had chosen a pretty secluded area to sit in; our table hidden among the other empty booths.

"Something bothering you?" he turned my head back, making me face him.

"What if someone sees us?"

"Let them see. I don't care." his lips made contact with my neck, automatically making me go weak.

"Rafe—"

"I booked out this entire side of the bar for us." he lifted his lips briefly. "The waitresses know better than to come over without being signalled. Whether they hear us or not, is up to you."

I ran my hand through his hair, supporting his head as he sucked on my neck. The action made me go weak, tightening my thighs at every kiss. My breathing started getting deeper by the minute, each movement turning me on even more.

His kisses moved down to my collarbone, my fingers tangling deeper into his light brown hair. He started leaving a trail of soft bruises behind, not bothering to put them in places they could be hidden.

A small moan escaped my pursed lips, drowned out by the music in the background. If his kiss alone was driving me insane, I didn't know how I'd keep my composure for the rest of the night.

I felt Rafe's fingers move under my dress, taking hold of the lace panties I was wearing. His head adjusted to look up at me, his pupils dilated as if he was under the influence.

His touch was like a drug to me, intoxicating my system until I couldn't live without it. However sinful our actions were, it was the definitely best kind of sin.

"You're such a fucking slut, wearing these and expecting me to keep my hands to myself." he played with the dainty fabric, the closeness of his hands to my centre driving me wild.

My hips bucked up whilst he continued grazing his fingertips against my skin. The movement left me with nothing but the thin barrier of lace on top of his growing erection- signalling that our desire for each other was indeed a mutual feeling.

I untangled one of my hands from his hair, trailing it down his chest and palming over the imprint in his jeans. Even though the way he was making me feel so far was indescribable, I felt obligated to return the action.

Rafe's hand snapped around my wrist, pinning my arm behind my back. The sudden action left me breathless; partly from pleasure, but also confusion.

"Did I do something wrong?" I questioned.

"No, no you didn't. Today's just not about me, I want all my focus to be on you. Is that okay?"

"It's more than okay." I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip to prevent another moan.

"Good girl."

His use of the phrase scrapped my attempt at keeping quiet, letting another moan drift out.

I was never used to the idea of sex being solely focused on me. With all the past guys I had hooked up with, I either pleased them or they pleased themselves using me. There wasn't a single situation I could recall where my pleasure was put above anyone else's; except for when I was alone.

Today really was a day full of surprises.

Suddenly, Rafe's fingers had dived underneath the white material, his eyes waiting for a reaction to appear on my face.

Every nerve in my body was heightened at the impact of his touch, leaving nothing but a burning desire for him behind. He continued teasing me, gently brushing over my weak spots as if torturing me got him off.

"Is this really how bad you want me?" a proud grin formed across his lips.

"Mhm." I hummed desperately.

"Use your words."

"I need you, Rafe."

At the sound of my words, the pads of his fingers started moving in a circular motion against my skin. The movement made my jaw hang open, my deep breaths masking my need to moan.

His lips regained contact with my neck, continuing to leave a trace of hickeys behind. I was almost positive that my entire neck had been coated purple at this point, but I couldn't care less as long as it felt this good.

I shut my thighs right around his hand as he continued applying more pressure, unable to process the intensity of my pleasure.

He released his grip on my arm, using his freed hand to spread my legs open. Despite my neck being my weakest spot, there was something about the way Rafe would touch my thighs that couldn't compare to anything.

The sudden thrust of his middle and ring finger inside of me caused yet another moan to spill out of my lips. If not for the jazz music drowning out all other noise in the bar, I would have definitely been caught at this point.

My stomach tightened as he curled his fingers, hitting a certain spot that made me melt. Considering he was using the same hand where his ring used to be, his little proposal earlier seemed to now prove itself useful.

"Am I making you feel good?" Rafe moved my head to look down at him. His eyes fixed on mine like a predator hunting its prey, the sight of my satisfaction managing to please him equally as much.

"Yes. Fuck, yes you are."

"That's what I thought."

I didn't know how much longer I could hold out for. The mixture of his words plus his actions was slowly driving me insane, unlocking a whole new level to sex that I was completely unaware of.

He increased speed in his movement, my legs starting to shake at the impending orgasm. My jaw screwed shut, knowing that any noise I made in that moment would definitely get us caught.

"You're close, aren't you?" his eyes moved to look at his hand, the sight causing him to bite his lip.

"Mhm." I whined, unable to form any normal sentence.

He stopped moving his fingers, taking me off the high I was reaching. My chest raised with my deep breathing, confusion painting across my face.

"Told you I'd make you regret starting this."

"You asshole." I said between my breaths.

"That's not gonna get you any closer."

"God, Rafe. Please."

"You're so pretty when you beg for me." he smiled, resuming the movement of his hand.

His words pushed me over the edge, my orgasm overpowering every sense in my body. His hand had started to slow down, ensuring that I lasted as long as possible.

My legs started to shake at the intensity of my pleasure; having never experienced something like this before. The entirety of my body started going weak in his arms, barely keeping us hidden from the rest of the bar.

His palms moved to the side of my hips, resting on the bare skin underneath my underwear. He turned my body to directly face his, our lips connecting one last time.

I could feel him start to trace small hearts on my thighs with his fingertips, moving down until he reached my knees. He squeezed my skin lightly, signalling for us to pull away from the kiss.

I curled my lips into a smile as I looked at Rafe, basking in the pure lust between us. I never thought a day with him could be so eventful yet so happy, and I certainly wouldn't mind spending many more days with him.

Little did I know that was the last time I'd see him for the next week.

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author's note!

despite their little proposal (which was a joke btw, camille just tends to overthink), things won't stay happy with rafe for too long. won't say too much, but deal with what i've said in your own way ;)