Blame It On Pride

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

Y/n's POV:

Rafe grasps me by my waist, lifting me up on the counter, his eyes remain on mine as I feel his fingers trace up and down my waist, leaving a legacy of shivers afterwards...

His jaw clenches as his eyes run down my body,

'The things I want to do to you princess...fuck...' He says under his breath, his lips inches away from my ear by now, the way his minty breath hits my skin is making it hard to not groan,

'The things I've been imagining, I've been waiting, the way you drive me absolutely-fucking crazy Y/n.' He whispers, his lips tracing lower down my neck as I squirm, budging my hips closer to him, hunkering on the damn counter by now,

He clasps me tighter with his left hand as his right one's knuckles trace down my cheek, his lips slacken apart as he examines me, his knuckles then trace lower and brush my bottom lip, smirking at me,

'...but I don't like to wait, and you know it clearly.' He finally says,

Rafe's POV:

I was entirely assured that I was obsessed...
The way she made me feel, the way her eyelashes flutter,
The way she beams at me with that pretty grin,
I just wanted to keep feeding that obsession,
Kissing every inch of her body, worshiping her, cherishing my Y/n,
Make her feel the way no one bloody can,
I could not possibly imagine my life without her, and I knew it,

I fucking knew it a long time ago, even before NewYork, before the encounter, before everything,

I knew that I wanted her and only her,

I might struggle to ever tell her that, but I will make sure that those pretty moans, the pretty smiles, the soulful fluttering of her eyelashes, all of it is caused by me, because I love her too damn much, and if I have to set flames to the whole World in order to make her smile, in order to be with her,

So fucking be it...

Y/n's POV:

'Fuck Y/n...' He whispers, plastering his lips over mine, holding me tightly in his hands, pushing me closer, however I sweep my legs aside, avoiding the bruise,

He chuckles against my lips,

The pace of our breathing is accelerating,

He quickly begins to unbuckle his belt,

I look down as his long-veined-up finger unfasten the belt,

He leans in, his lips tracing down my neck as he sweeps down his trousers, his breathing heavier as he opens my legs wide apart,

'Wait-Wheezie-?'

'She's upstairs-she won't hear a thing, now be a good girl and let me know just how much you've missed me.' He says, as after inserting himself, delving in deep, we both gasp at the same time, he clasps me closer, pushing me in, his head on my shoulder as he thrusts in and out,

His left hand is set firmly on my waist whilst his right one is on my cheek, he grunts my name at each thrust as I moan his,

The feeling is indescribable, in fact we weren't parted for long, but it felt like decades,

He groans, low in his voice as he throws his head back, revealing his Adam's apple and lowering his head back,

'You feel so fucking good princess, shit-' He moans,

My hands remain on his back,

'Rafe-oh-' I moan,

'Y/n, I can give you the World...' He breathes against my mouth, 'the fucking universe, whatever you want, I'm all yours, only yours.' He continues as my fingers trail in his hair,

I shake my head, so close to finish, so close to let ourselves unravel into the sweet oblivion of tingles,

'Rafe-all I need is you, only you.' I whisper, we both acknowledge that we're close, almost there,

He smiles against my mouth,

'You have me Y/n, all of me.' He says, pounding in harder,

'And I'm all yours Rafe-forever...'

'Forever.' He whispers as we both let ourselves to reach the sweet relief,

He clutches me closer to him, our breathing cathartically colliding as he crashes his lips on mine, inhaling deeply whilst holding me,

All that is distinguishable is our breathing, our heavy-exhausted yet so satisfied breathing in the kitchen, Rafe's lips pecking on my shoulder, his fingers trailing down my skin,

Lord, I've missed him...

Rafe's POV:

Lord, I've missed her...

I refuse to ever let that happen again,

Ever...