Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F o r t y - N i n e

Y/n's POV:

Rafe leads me inside, as I am met with a massive-wooden home, huge terrace with a sofa and a counter, little lanterns above it, it seems so comfortable...

We then step inside as Rafe turns on the lights, the room springs with soft hues of the lanterns above the counter in the kitchen, analogous to the apartment in New York, I don't get to really examine the place as we walk upstairs, pushing open one of the doors, I see a bedroom, massive poster-bed, night-tables on each side, television on the front of the bed-hooked on the wall, I step closer to the window, soft curtains slide against my fingers as I shift them slightly,

It's a view of the shore and it's ocean, there's another door at the side of the room that I suspect could be the bathroom,

I scoff to myself at the size of this room, it's spacious,

I glance at Rafe who's examining me, leaning against the doorframe, his fingers over his chin...

I bite my bottom lip as I innocently attempt to brush against his bulge whilst walking out of the room, he grunts once I touch him as he grasps me by my waist, pulling me back into the room,

"Where'd you think you're going?" He asks lowly, his eyes sternly on me,

"Unpack our bags, what is it Rafe?" I inquire, acting oblivious as he smirks whilst cocking his head aside and rolling his tongue through the inside of his cheek,

"Therefore, if all you want to do is unpack, you'll feel nothing about how I touch you..." He says whilst his fingers trace down my shoulder, sending shivers on my whole body afterwards,

"And to this..." I say, gently gliding my fingers on his chest and back up, he groans whilst throwing his head back,

We're standing right in front of each other, less than two inches and our lips would collide,

He steps closer and pushes me towards him,

"You know that we can't play this game." Rafe whispers against my ear, his breath frosty against my skin,

His eyes linger down to my lips as he licks his whilst looking back into my eyes,

I attempt to contain my pleas-bite my lip instead, he narrows his eyebrows,

"Don't bite your lip, or I'll do it for you." He says, I want him to do so, I want him to do all kinds of things to me,

We're both drained, we both need each other, we're both lustful and longing for each other's touch,

"Fuck, Y/n..." He mutters beneath his breath, as he then grasps me tightly my my waist, his hand shifts towards my cheek as our lips finally collide,

I cannot contain the pleasure as my fingers immediately interlink in his hair, he groans against my lips, as he traces lower down the front-base of my neck, it's getting more and more aggressive, we cling for each other, desiring more,

Rafe then clasps me by my hips, his other hand on my waist, he shifts me higher, raising me to a level where I can wrap my legs around his torso, as I do so,

He takes me towards the bed, placing me on the sheets, he then opens one of the drawers next to the bed, fetching out a tie...

He pins my wrists on the headboard, restraining them up with the tie,

He then smirks as he shifts lower towards my waist, tugging on my shirt as I crane my head backwards by his tentative touching,

"Rafe, please," I moan as he grins salaciously,

"You'll have to do better than that." He demands as I observe him ripping my shirt apart, tossing it aside as the buttons ricochet against the wooden floor,

His lips begin to trace up my stomach, I arch my back, leaning closer to him, trying to get him to do more, he is purposely teasing me,

"Rafe-I'm begging you-" I groan in frustration as I try to get more from him, however he doesn't give it to me,

"That's for teasing me at that doorstep, I will inflict it on your body, if I want it, I get it."

He proceeds to deposit my trousers by lowering them down my legs and eventually taking them entirely off, tossing them aside as well, his gaze set on me,

His lips planting kisses on my inner thigh, getting higher after each kiss as I groan in irritation, but I know that he's about to reach the sensitive-aching part,

As right before he could do that, he switches to the next thigh, re-starting the whole process,

"Rafe-fuck-please-" I continue,

"Language." He responds, how can I be polite when he's already down to my thighs, teasing me about letting me orgasm, language won't affect that...

He's the tinniest inches away from where I need him to be, a little closer, a little fucking closer,

"Have you been a good girl? No, you have not, so if you want to act like a brat, I'll have to treat you like one." Rafe says..