Rafael Barba X Reader Novels & Stories

She took him deeper, her tongue working magic until his grip on her hair tightened. His breath became ragged, “Babyy..” he gasped, “I’m close…” But just when he was about to lose control, she pulled away. Rafael’s eyes snapped open, his body shaking. “Was that deliberate?” he asked, looking at her. Celia smirked, licking her lips. “Not really,” she said, lying.

Rafael's bar in the Philippines is the main branch but it is located in LA. Rafael is a top model and a great Chef. Its bar ownership is just a pastime. Its income from the bar is donated by all to various orphanages and homes for the aged. "Tsk!" He drank the glass of wine he put down. "What is it? Looks like you got into a fight ah," "Don't mind me." "Come on, tell me. Maybe I can help." "I don't need your help. I just came here to get drunk." "It's easy though."

RAFAEL She's my mate. My curse. My cure. My fucking everything. -Rafael (Marked by Her). Readers, If you've read this far, please take a moment to share your thoughts about the story so far. Your words mean more than you know. I need all the encouragement I can get. And as for Rafael... I've come to love him. He wasn't the cold, heartless Alpha I once thought he was. He was just broken. And every broken soul deserves a Lila to help him heal.

“Don’t run on my account. I’m not here to interrupt anything.” His eyes dragged over my body again, slow and deliberate. “Though from the look of things, I might be just in time to join.” My face burned. My pussy clenched hard at his words. “I was just… helping Nova dry off,” Elias muttered, the shy boy back in full force. “The rain caught us both.” Rafael chuckled, low and filthy. He shrugged out of his wet shirt, revealing the full spread of tattoos across his chest and arms — roses, skulls, script in a language I didn’t recognize.

And when his lips touched her lips and kissed her softly, Wevz felt that that is the only thing she needed to make all her fears go away. At first, his kisses were soft and gentle. Until he deepened his kisses, it seems that he was looking for a response from her. And she responded wholeheartedly. Every move and every taste is all familiar like she was to use in doing that. It seems that it was so natural to kiss a Syke Rafael Fontanilla. “I missed you...so much…” HGe whispered after he freed her lips. And just like that.... It was like a wake-up call. It seemed like there was cold water pouring down her whole body. She moved her body away from him immediately.

His chest was bare now, his muscles taut under my fingertips as I traced the lines of his abs, feeling the heat radiating from him. He was infuriating and yet so beautiful, His hands found the hem of my shirt next, hesitating only a second before peeling it off. The cool air from the open balcony doors hit me, making my nipples harden instantly. Rafael's gaze dropped, his breath hitching as he took me in. "God, you're perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing my collarbone, then lower, trailing soft kisses down to the swell of my breasts.

This time Raffaele pushed three fingers inside her, stretching her, thrusting deep while his other hand squeezed one of her heavy breasts through the habit. “Imagine my cock here,” he murmured, biting her earlobe. “Imagine it tearing you open while you hold the Bible. You’re going to cum thinking about that right now.” Clara came crying, her body convulsing against the shelf, the old books shaking with the movement. Raffaele held her firmly, prolonging the orgasm until she was completely limp. When it was over, he turned her to face him and kissed her mouth hungrily, his tongue invading, possessive.

I can't stay away from you anymore. ― Luke! I also fell in love with you. I feel like I've known him all my life. Rafaela began to touch my face, feeling every part of my skin, as if she could read my lines and create a mental image of my face. —I wish I had met you before I went blind. I wonder what your face, your body is like. Rafaela's husky voice made my member move inside my pants. I felt my whole body tingle as she touched the back of my neck and buried her fingers in my hair.

Rafa muttered. I rolled my eyes, but the truth was I liked this, the banter, the constant picking at each other. If I felt normal and safe, it was something that anchored me. Rafa shifted again, his fingers brushed my ankle before he pretended he wasn't doing it on purpose. I raised a brow. “Do you want something?” I asked. “For you to stop pretending to read.” “I am reading.” “Upside down?” Okay, he got me there. He reached out, plucked the book from my hands, and tossed it aside.

I looked at her confused and Raina laughed. "She wants to know if he's a womanizer, Rafa," Raina clarified. "Ah! Got it. No, Rub, Rubens doesn't hit on women. He's never hit on any employee or customer at the bar," I explained and she laughed. "And why did he get divorced?" she asked. "Is that important?" I stared at her. "Rafa, I like the cutie, but I want to know if he's a trap or not!" She looked at me as if it were obvious.