Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r S i x t y - N i n e

Y/n's POV:

He ties me to his poster bed, ensuring that I am captivated, he takes off his tie, wrapping it around his knuckles as he examines me, smirking, he then tilts his head and bends lower,

He ties it around my eyes, covering me in complete darkness as I am left to only wonder on what he's planning to do next,

I can hear his glass clanking, he then leans in, his hands on each side of my body,

Then, I loudly gasp and shudder after feeling an ice cube being drawn from my collarbones,

The frostiness of the cube is sending shivers and a surge of excitement down my body, as I feel the way he traces the cube lower, reaching my breasts, he specifically teases me by drawing the bloody cube on my nipples,

I moan and groan in desperation for more, the subsidiary teasing is causing me to idly bulge my hips as I grunt his name, begging for more,

He traces it lower, down my stomach, lower...then lower...lower...

He reaches my thighs, grasping my inner thighs, he traces the cube down my skin, gliding higher as he then leans in closer, he places his mouth over my clitoris, I moan, tumultuously, smiling at the fact that he's about to gratify me, however, what truly surprises me is that he doesn't continue, instead, he pushes the ice cube inside of me, inserting it,

I cry out in pleasure, the cold-cube is sliding against my insides, melting slowly as the droplets stain on the sheets and drip down my thighs, Rafe then removes my coverage, I glance at his mischievous smirk, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he wipes his bottom lip and the licks the residue,

His tongue glides against my inner thigh, sucking the remaining water from the ice cube,

I can feel it melting,

It feels so...good,

Eventually, he takes out the cube, making me arch my back as I groan, he then takes the cube in his mouth, sucking on it, he leans in-and after finishing, he swallows with a treacherous-smile on his face,

'I was so-close.' I mumble, moving my hips, supplicating for him to continue,

'I know you were my love, but you'll have to be patient, otherwise I'll deny your release for longer.' He responds, tracing his lips down my neck,

'Who do you belong to hm?' He asks sternly,

'You, I belong to you!' I groan, feeling his smile against my skin,

'That's right, good girl.' He whispers, as he then places one of his hands on my waist, the other one lies on my throat,

He inserts himself, as per usual, without a warning,

I cry out his name as I look at him,

After inserting himself, he cranes his head back and moans my name under his breath,

'Fuck Y/n...' He groans, our eyes lock as he keeps thrusting into me, roughly, smirking at my continuous moans,

'Rafe-' I groan,

He grunts under his breath as he pick up the pace,

The way his finger grasp onto my skin, his jawline sculptured above me, the way he knows where and at what pace to go In order to please me,

I gnaw at my bondage, so fucking desperate to trace my fingers down his toned abs, down his chest and his back, tangle them in hi hair, feel him closer,

'I want to touch you-Rafe-please-I'm begging you-' I grunt as he narrows and grunts,

Rafe's POV:

All I want is to feel her touch, to feel her hands on me,

I want to feel all of her, all of it...

I rip off the bondage as her hands fly to my chest and my hair,

Releasing a moan that has been suppressed inside of me by feeling her touch,

The way she makes me feel is fucking outrageous, only she can do that, and it drives me crazy...

Her moans of my name is causing me to want to finish faster, her touch, her-

'Fuck Y/n, just like that...' I groan...

Y/n's POV:

I was so close,

'I am close-Rafe-'

'Not yet-no-' He demands,

After a few more thrusts, I cannot contain myself any longer,

'I can't-'

'Yes you fucking can baby-you can-I am the one who can't-fuck...' He groans, grasping my cheek, looking right at me,

'Now cum for me princess...' He commands as I comply momentarily,

Both of us groan each other's name, grabbing each other closer as we moan repeatedly,

His breathing heavy, so is mine as he cradles me closer to him, cladding me,

'My Y/n...mine.' He mutters, tracing his fingers in my hair,

'Yours...' I respond as he kisses my shoulder, nuzzling his nose In my hair...