Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F i f t y

Y/n's POV:

Rafe's lips trace higher, about to be where I so desperately need him to be,

'Beg.' He says, as I groan, arching my back,

'Please-Rafe-please!' I moan, shifting my hips closer to him, beseeching for him to let me feel it, let me feel him, 'I need-need you!' I groan,

'Fuck Y/n,' He groans before leaning entirely in, grasping my thighs and hopping them over his shoulders, holding on them and nibbling on my breasts at the same time, his tongue finally interacts with the sensitive parts,

I cry out his name as he pulls me closer, groaning against me,

His tongue teasing me, diving in and then gliding against my clit, ensuring that as soon as I am close enough, he stops, provoking me,

'Rafe-please-' I groan, frustrated, shuffling closer,

He stops entirely, right before I could finish, as he licks his bottom lip and hovers above me, tilting his head, tracing his fingertips across my bare skin as I shiver beneath his touch, his rigs igniting that frosty sensation,

'Ask me nicely,' He whispers, placating his lips over my neck, I swiftly tug against my restrained hands, desperate to touch him,

'I want to-touch you-' I breathlessly whimper as he smirks against my neck,

'I am about to do enough touching for both of us love...all this just for me.' He whispers, as he then shifts lower, unbuckling his belt and taking off his trousers in a rush,

We keep the eye contact whilst he removes his trousers, his eyes never leaving mine, my heart is pounding, his eyes glinting, I am so tempted to touch him, to feel him entirely, to rub my hands against him,

He grasps me by my waist, as his other hand lies on my throat, squeezing it,

He inserts himself without a warning as we both groan each other's name, he grasps me closer, digging his nails in my skin as he grunts over and over again,

'Fuck, you feel so fucking good princess,' He groans, thrusting himself into me, roughly...

I cry out his name, wrapping my legs around his torso,

He begins to accelerate in pace, his eyes on mine, keeping that lustful contact,

I cannot contain myself as I flutter my eyes swiftly, closing them, he tightens his grip on my throat, demanding for me to open my eyes,

'Don't you dare close your eyes, I want to see your face when you cum.' He orders, I whimper against his hard thrusts as he grunts my name ubiquitously,

'I-am so close,' I moan as he grasps me closer,

'Look me in the eyes, even when u cum, or I'll restrict you from the orgasm for weeks, got it?'

I nod frantically,

'Use your fucking words.'

'Yes-got it-yes,' I mutter,

'Fuck it,' He groans, ripping the bondage apart, freeing my arms as they instinctively wrap around him right at the time where we both climax,

Both moaning, both clinging on each other, both desperate to be in one another's presence,

'Y/n, shit,' He mumbles, finishing off those final thrusts,

'Rafe...' I groan, clad in shivers after the orgasm as my legs shake,

He examines my neck and the way my legs shake against him, smirking,

'I did you good, didn't I?' He proudly announces, brushing his fingers against my neck, planting a kiss on my lips...

—-

We've settled in, clothes compartmentalised in drawers, our belongings in the room,

It was the next morning and i could barely walk, Rafe was chuckling at my dim-witting attempts as he conveyed myriads of times to do it himself, however I was determined to show him the secret recipe of how to cook a bacon,

'Then you leave it to brittle-up.' I say, pointing towards the crispy edges of the bacon,

'Brittle-up? It's not a leaf.' He jokes,

'I'll eat the bacon myself if you keep remarking it.'

'Fine, I'll just eat you then.' He says, smirking,

I scoff and turn around, I feel his hands wrapping around my waist as he inspects on what I am doing,

'Could you please fetch me some eggs?' I ask whilst scurrying the bacon to one side,

He hesitantly leans towards the fridge, retrieving two eggs, as he stretches his arm and due to him being in a short-sleeves shirt, I can see the way his arm-muscles flex, emphasising whilst he stretches the arm out,

'Eyes on your brittle bacon.' He says as I look at him,

'I know, I didn't even look at you.' I mutter,

'Right...' He responds, chuckling and offering me the eggs,

'Breakfast will be ready soon...' I announce as he smiles and lowers towards my ear, his hands running down my whole body, up and then back down,

'Great, I'll have the chef for dessert...' He whispers, kissing me on my cheek...