Rafael Jane The Virgin 소설 & 이야기

“Am I ugly?” He froze at her unexpected question. “You are not.” “Then why are you avoiding me?” Rafayel bit his lip, struggling to control himself from doing something he should not while she lay there in front of him. “Miss, I am sorry to say that I am not—” She suddenly pulled him down, shocking him completely. “I don’t care.” In one swift moment, Jane kissed his lips. End of Flashback… Jane held her head in frustration. “Damn, why did I even do that?”

“Where’s the cabin?” Just as the words leave my lips, the air begins to shift like waves around me. After a moment, a cabin appears, and the door opens. A gasp escapes my lips when I take in the majestic man before me. Rafael looks like he’s in his early twenties with flawless chestnut skin and stylishly cut, short, dark hair. He has a five o’clock shadow, plump, kissable lips, and his eyes are the color of rich chocolate. He looks like that hot Duke from the Netflix show Bree and Zoe made me binge-watch last summer. I was hooked the moment the show began. I liked it because it had a diverse cast who lived in Jane Austin times. We couldn’t stop drooling over the main character; I think the a

Rafael said. “Except Alpha Ramirez and his wife,” I said as I turned away and listened to the zip enclosing her body. “Sam’s going to be upset,” Rafael said. “Has she imprinted yet?” I asked him. “I’ll call Sam to the office, she’ll know,” he said and I nodded. “Jericho, what happened that made you mention Ramirez’s name?” Kai asked me. “His wife slapped Jane, because she dared to look her in the eye,” I said.

CLARA’S POV Today was my two-year anniversary with Rafael. I had spent the afternoon picking out his favorite lace lingerie, buying a bottle of his favorite perfume, and reading up on how to make tonight completely unforgettable. I loved Rafael with everything I had. Even though we had been together for two years, I was still a virgin. He had always been so gentle, so patient with me, and tonight I had finally decided to give him my virginity. I truly believed he deserved it.

Until Rafael twitched, cursed, and spilled everything he had into Jonas's throat. Jonas pulled back slowly, chest rising and falling. He swallowed, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gazed up with the heat of a man completely consumed. "I told you," Jonas whispered hoarsely, "I'm yours." Rafael didn't hesitate. He yanked Jonas to his feet, wrapped an arm around his waist, and kissed him so hard it left them both breathless. There was no hiding now. If anyone saw them, so be it. The world could burn for all they cared.

She must have realized she'd had the same effect on me and continued to stroke my skin, making me breathe harder. —I need to tell you something,— she announced. —I'm a virgin. My ex never touched me as I always managed to run away. But I want you. I've never wanted a man so much in my life. Rafaela's words made my heart skip a beat. My body stiffened as she reached down to my pants, unbuttoning the button. —Rafaela, are you sure?— I grabbed her face in my hands and pressed my forehead to hers. My heart was beating wildly.

"What the hell is going on here?" Joe demanded, stepping forward through the archway, his voice rising in sharp anger. Rafael didn't flinch. He slowly lowered his hand from my shoulder, turning around to face his stepbrother with an easy, nonchalant posture. "Your fiancée was about to faint from the heat, Joe," Rafael said smoothly, his tone dripping with casual disdain. "I caught her before she hit the cobblestones. You might want to get her some water instead of standing there yelling."

Jane asked, looking defeated by the never-ending argument. “I do trust completely, but it is not about my trust. It is about yours.” “And I trust you,” Jane said, turning her head at Brandon. “We should leave.” “But Jane….,” Brandon tried to complain again, but Jane placed her index finger on Brandon’s lips, making him silent. “No more arguing. Let’s trust Rachel on this,” she said, kissing Liam’s head one last time before pulling Brandon towards her. Once they left, I turned my head to Jayce with fury. “What was that about?”

Moreover, I can't trust anyone in this world. "I'm Warren Christ Yiffer and my wifey, Rafaelia Yiesha Moreal, you?" he asked with joy in his eyes. "R-rafaelia Moreal?" I asked in shock. It's impossible, that girl... Of all the people she is, I can never forgive them! My memories of what happened in those days began to return. "Yesh! She's super duper beautiful, strong and kind. I love her so much!" he was happy with the story. I clenched my fist. Kind? Kind my ass, they ruined my life!

“Are you two…are you not virgins!?” Jesse laughs and gives a little shrug, playing it off like it’s not a big deal, but Rafe just clenches his jaw and stares forward at the shower stalls. Only a faint touch of pink on his cheekbones gives away the fact that he’s hiding something from me. “Rafe!” I shriek, swatting at him. “Who was it!?” “Stop. Shrieking,” he snaps, glaring at me and knocking my hand away. I purse my lips, tucking my hands behind my back and admitting, at least internally, that – okay – maybe that was a little more girlish than I’d like. But still!