𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒𝟑

CHAPTER FORTY THREE made for each other(contains smut)

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FOR SOMEONE WHO'D struggled to be happy for so many years, I'd never once thought I could be as happy as I was now.

Holding onto Rafe whilst he voiced his question felt like a thousand flames had ignited in my chest. The 8 spoken words widened my already-present grin, leaving behind an ache in my cheeks. I looked down into his eyes and saw every hint of anticipation in them, only helping reassure my answer that much more.

In that very moment, I seemed to forget any worry I had when it came to commitment. It wasn't something I was particularly familiar with, but neither was he, and I'd learnt over the past month that familiarity was far worse.

Restarting my life with him would've been an everlasting daydream, and better to start dreaming now than later.

"Say something, don't just look at me like that." he pleaded, the waiting having obviously started to affect him.

"Do I need to?" I pushed the wet strands of hair away from his face, "you know the answer."

"I want to hear you say it, please." his fingers travelled along the path of my spine, tickling me unintentionally.

"You're tickling me."

"I don't care," he laughed, "answer my question."

My hands remained cupped around his cheeks, gently brushing away any obstruction to his features. His defeated smile made my adoration grow further, leaving only a few silent seconds until I responded exactly how he intended me to.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend."

I couldn't even finish my sentence before Rafe pulled us both underwater. Saltwater flooded my mouth as the waves took over our bodies, his actions not allowing a single warning thought to graze my mind. My hands guided his lips onto mine, wasting the last of any air in my lungs on him.

The surrounding water was quickly replaced with the evening air once we returned to the ocean's surface, catching the breaths that we struggled to preserve in the change of setting. The boy's teeth flashed with his beaming smile; a change to the nervous expression he inhabited just minutes ago.

I was so effortlessly happy, and it seemed he was too.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your smile?" he looked up at me with the same dilated pupils that had me falling for him every time.

"No, you haven't. Have I ever told you how much I love your eyes?"

"You haven't." he attempted to move his face away, only to be held back with my palms.

"Don't move away, I wanna look at you." I pleaded whilst using my fingertips to continue tracing his features.

His face sank into a soft smile, "You're always staring at me, creeper."

"You're pretty."

Rafe rolled his eyes at my comment, though I didn't immediately realise what was so wrong about what I said. I looked back at him with cinched eyebrows, wordlessly reflecting my confusion. He laughed further once he noticed my cluelessness; I couldn't even pretend to be mad at him considering how much seeing him laugh made me do the same.

"God, you're really trying to emasculate me recently." he shook his head, placing a single kiss just below my collarbone.

"I don't know what that means." my quiet tone of voice was a clear indicator of how dumb I felt around him, from attempting to read his book earlier to now.

"You called me pretty, that's not a particularly masculine adjective."

"Oh, shut up." I giggled now that I understood his point. "You can still be pretty and be a man, fuck the patriarchy."

"See," he smirked, his tongue becoming prominent under his cheek, "you don't give yourself credit for how smart you are. I've never met a girl who knows what the patriarchy is."

"I dropped out in 10th grade, I'm definitely not smart." I scoffed playfully.

"Your turn to shut up."

The act of Rafe fixing his lips onto mine paused any impending sentence from exiting my mouth. I pulled away for a split second before kissing him with equal intensity, feeling his hands take their grip further down my body. He kept me in place as my legs remained around his torso, the moonlight guiding his path back onto the sand.

Tearing away from his lips was almost painful considering how addictive they were. Much like he loved doing to me, I turned my attention onto his neck, forming a small purple mark on his skin. Both of us were left speechless, only trying to focus on getting back into the house whilst our lustful high was still at its peak.

He set me back down on my feet in order to collect our scattered belongings from the ground, the short second in which I had to keep my hands off him proving to be more of a challenge than expected. His grey polo landed in my hold- an obvious sign for me to put it on.

"Are you putting me in your clothes just so you can have the satisfaction of taking them off me?" I teased, still holding the shirt in my hands.

"Trust me, I don't want you in any more clothes than you have on now." he pulled my exposed torso closer to his, "There's security cameras outside the house, and some sights I'd rather keep to myself."

"You say that like you're the first guy who's ever fucked me."

"I know all about your past, no need for the reminder" he took matters into his own hands and helped pull the cotton over my head, "Stop wasting time, you're gonna kill me."

"Glad to know my plan's working." I smirked, returning my attention back onto kissing him.

His hands glued onto my ass, giving me full permission to lift my legs off the ground once more. Considering I wasn't wearing anything but his polo and underwear, the thin layers of clothing were barely an obstruction to our bodies, both of us being able to feel enough of each other under the barriers of fabric.

I angled my head so that Rafe still had a majority view of what was ahead of him, leaving all responsibility of carrying us both back to the house to him. Similarly to just minutes ago, I pressed my lips down the sharpness of his jaw, bruising as much of his skin as I wanted.

One of his arms freed the second we reached the front door, my actions causing him to struggle when it came to opening the entrance. My back made sudden impact with the wall as the door shut behind him, Rafe's hands returning to the surface of my body.

Our kisses were quick to become sloppy and careless, the only focus we had being on the heat of the moment. With the cocaine still prominent in both our systems, everything seemed to be heightened- especially the lusted attraction I felt for him.

I set myself down onto my bare feet, taking his hand into mine and leading towards one of the upstairs bedrooms. The bet we made earlier stated that I got control of what was in store for tonight, and there were certain aspects I needed that the living room couldn't fulfill.

"This one's the master, go here." he spoke breathlessly, the rush in his voice clarifying that he needed me as much as I did him.

Reversing the roles from earlier, Rafe's toned back fell against the wooden door, his eyes watching every inch of me as I reached for the lock behind him. The hungered look in his dilated pupils worked the same charm on me as always, the longer I looked into them only amplifying every longing that was previously evident.

I left the boy standing on one corner of the room as I scoured for a hair tie, the feeling of the damp mess draping down my back not being a pleasant one. Eventually, I took the black elastic and threw my hair into a high ponytail, wasting no more time in peeling the shirt off me now that the obstruction was dealt with.

"D'you want me to get a condom?" he whispered.

"Not yet. There's some in this room though, right?" I asked in response.

"Bedside drawer."

"Noted." I nodded.

My fingers curled around the band of his Calvin Kleins, pulling them down as I progressively got onto my knees. Keeping my vision primarily on his eyes, I began palming his growing erection, waiting for a clear sign that my actions were starting to affect him.

"Remember, I get full control tonight. Don't touch me, don't do anything, or I'll stop. Understood?" I said whilst continuing the movement of my hand.

"Mhm." he hummed.

"Say it properly." I smirked, seeing my words alone drive him crazy.

"Yes, Camille."

At the sound of his agreement, I pursed my lips around the tip of his dick, hearing a sharp inhale on his part the more I moved down. The thought of being the sole reason for every moan that came from him pleased me almost as equally as I did him. Although I knew he was typically the one who took the dominant side between the two of us, nothing erased the fact that I loved seeing him weak for me and only me.

My mouth took in a few extra inches, stopping at the point where I knew I'd reach my limit. I stayed in position and let my tongue do the job my hands no longer were, eventually feeling a growing strain in the back of my throat. Resuming the up and down progression of my lips, I kept my tear-welled eyes on Rafe's, analysing any silent sign of pleasure that casted across his face.

"Oh my fucking God." he breathed, reaching up to grab hold of my hair.

With my free hand, I snapped onto his wrist and placed it by his side, my action causing his eyes to roll. I took the entirety of him into my mouth one last time, releasing once the salted taste became increasingly prominent. Staying on my knees in an attempt to torture him for longer, I wiped away any residue from the corner of my lips, leaving behind a lusted grin.

I didn't say anything as I walked towards the bedside drawer, leaving Rafe standing wordless in the same place. Once retrieving the foil from the scattered mess, I caught sight of a silver chain on the same mahogany table, the brilliantly cruel ideas flowing into my mind the more I stared at the object.

"Is this yours?" I turned back to face him, dangling the necklace between my fingers.

"Nah." he responded, "I think it's Conrad's."

"Don't know who that is, but tell him sorry, 'cause it's yours now."

"What d'you mean?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, put it on. Thought we agreed for you to do whatever I say, or are you pussying out again?" I tossed the chain in his direction, watching him put it on like I asked.

I moved closer to where he was still frozen, taking his hand and leading him in the direction of the bed. Like I had planned, the mattress was directly opposite what I needed it to be- the mirror.

Rafe fell back onto the cushioned surface, permitting me to tower my lips over his. There was a faint hesitation in how he kissed me at first, but that eased away the more we progressed. The packaged condom dropped from my hold and rested on top of the comforter; an instant sign for him to pick up it.

"Not so fast." I retreated from the connection of our lips, knocking the wrapper out of his reach.

As I admired every sign of shock on his face, the blue fabric of my underwear slid down to my ankles, laying discarded on the floor while I straddled either side of Rafe's leg. The intimacy of his skin against mine made my stomach tighten, feeling every need for him raise to a new level.

My hips rocked slowly with the pace of our kiss, the increasing pleasure challenging my ability to keep a steady rhythm. Taking his hands and fixing them to my waist, I continued grinding against his thigh, not knowing how much longer I could torture him without eventually doing the same to myself.

"You're such a fucking slut, my God." his words pushed a moan to come from my lips, aided by him helping to keep my hips moving.

Feeling the obligation to reciprocate how good I felt, I resumed palming his erection. Both of us were whispering a number of profanities under our breath, the volume raising accordingly the more our drug-induced euphoria developed.

I raked my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me with the tightened grip. The skin of my shoulder was the focus of his lips' path, the position I kept him in not allowing any other movement. Considering that I was nearing my peak, I stayed still in order to catch my breath, taking the condom from where it was placed.

"You're definitely okay with this, right?" I asked.

"Definitely." he nodded, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"If you want me to stop at any time, tell me."

"Jesus Christ, Camille, just fuck me already." he begged.

The sound of Rafe's words made a smirk paint across my lips. I took the gold foil between my teeth and ripped it open, letting him take care of the rest as I lifted myself off his thigh. The second he was done, my eyes met with his for one last sign of reassurance, positioning myself on top of him as soon as it was received.

"Fuck." we gasped mutually, immediately starting to feed into a pattern of our hips.

My fingers interlaced with his hair again, tilting his head back to an angle where I could fix my lips onto his. With the moans that were coming from both parts, there wasn't a single moment where we were able to kiss properly- which was a sacrifice I was willing to make if it resulted in how I was feeling.

Matching the carelessness of our actions, my hands travelled down his body with no clear destination. I felt Rafe thrust into me, taking away from the sole control I planned to have as I struggled to hold myself up. My nails dug into his shoulders, dragging their way down his exposed back and imprinting several lines on the surface. Only my arms and his were keeping me pressed against him, and I knew that I would've been completely weak if not for them.

"You're so wet, holy shit." he exhaled, the rising of his chest meeting with mine.

He was right. Simply the sight of his eyes rolling back for me was enough to drive me insane, and the heat in my thighs was making that clearer than ever. I was convinced that just watching our bodies move would have pushed me over the edge, let alone how sinfully good it felt.

He was the best kind of sin anyone could ever commit to, and I was willing to do anything it took to devote myself to him entirely.

My focus fell on the silver chain around his neck; the very one that was there upon my request. I trailed my index along his spine, eventually diving under the necklace. Twisting it around my finger a few times, I used it to bring his face closer to mine, noticing my expression reflecting directly onto him.

We continued grinding against each other until I was nearly limp in his arms. Even though I had lasted longer than I expected, it wasn't long until I would've completely given in to my pleasure, letting it take over me and rid me of the ability to verbally form anything but a moan. Out of ignorance for how I once vowed to have all control tonight, I let Rafe take responsibility in preserving the feeling between us, knowing I wasn't in any shape to do so myself.

I turned my head back towards the wall behind me, remembering exactly why I'd taken him into the bedroom in the first place. If not for this exact reason, I wouldn't have even made it past the living room without giving myself up to his touch, but my ideas needed to be fulfilled.

"What are you doing?" he questioned.

Changing our position, I was now in full view of our bodies, the mirror giving me better access to observe every inch of us. I used any last energy in me to speed up my hips, aware that I was bound to finish in the next few minutes.

"Look at yourself." my hand reached over to the side of his face, "Look at how good I'm making you feel."

He rested his chin on my shoulder, resuming the thrust of his lower body into mine. I held onto the chain around his neck, wanting to savour the touch of our skin for as long as I could manage.

"You're so fucking hot when you're on top of me, Camille."

"Don't look at me," I breathed, barely able to voice my thoughts, "look at yourself."

"How can I look at myself when you're riding me like a whore?"

I knocked my head back out of pleasure, riding out the last of it whilst I still could. Rafe's grip burned into my ass, the bordering pain I felt pushing me to my orgasm. My jaw hung open as my high reached its peak, every one of my actions making him do the same.

We turned to kiss once more, stopping as we realised there wasn't an ounce of strength left between both of us. I lifted myself off his hips, picking up the underwear I had left on the floor. Failing to keep my body straight, my hands kept a deathly hold on any piece of furniture I could find, trying to carry myself to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" his voice made me turn to face him, seeing that he had already fallen back onto the bed.

"Where does it look like I'm going?" I shook my head.

He yawned, "Just come into bed, I'm tired."

"I'm not running away," I laughed, remembering how either one of us typically ended up leaving after sex, "I'll be back before you know it."

Keeping to my promise, I crawled to Rafe's side just moments later. His closed eyes led me to believe that he'd fallen asleep, but I was proven wrong once his arms wrapped around my frame. He took the time to play with my hair as I pressed my cheek on his chest, taking the strands from my face and tucking them back into place.

"I really think you were made for me, y'know." he rasped in his half-awake tone.

"Was the sex really that good? I've got you talking pure shit now." I teased.

"It was, but I'm serious. You're so perfect, Camille, I'm convinced someone made you just for me."

My heart set alight every time my full name rolled off his tongue. No matter if he was practically asleep or wide awake, the things he'd said related to every one of my thoughts.

He was made for me, and vice versa.

And I'd drifted off knowing that he wasn't only mine in my dreams, but that I'd wake up and he'd be mine in real life too.