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I asked, biting down the painful groan threatening to spill out of my throat. “I have but—- Aaron paused for a moment, no other word words— just silence. “But what?.” I probed further. But no answer, I felt frustrated, weak and useless. I had thought it will be easier to take Xavier down but I was wrong, we didn’t have a good strategy and now we all are at his mercy. “Wait for Rafaya, only him can save you all now.” Aaron said and severed the connection between us. I could feel my blood slowly draining from my body.

I hissed beneath my breath. "Begging might help your cause," Rafael replied, his breath still fanning the side of my face. his hand trailed back up, bringing the gown with it. I was exposed to them from the waist down. Tilting up my chin, I closed my eyes. Lavished in the feeling of Alejandro skimming the outer lips of my cunt with his fingertips. Every cell in my body had woken up. Peeked through half-massed eyelids at the fire raging through my body.

Fred “Lay down,” Rafael growled, suddenly pulling back with that feral hunger in his eyes. “I want to drill you hard…. I want to be inside you. I can’t hold it anymore.” God, the way he said it sent a tremble down my spine. I was already leaking, eyes glossy, breath shaky. I obeyed, adjusting my body across the sofa, feeling the cushion dip beneath me. My chest rose and fell rapidly as Rafael positioned himself, his body hovering above mine, hands planted firmly on either side of my head.

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

He was shirtless, and I could see the marks of systematic torture carved into his skin—burns, cuts, symbols that looked disturbingly like the ritual markings I'd seen in Kelly's research. "Elias." My voice came out rougher than intended, still carrying the growl of my Ghost Wolf nature. His head lifted slowly, and his eyes— those eyes that sympathized with me before fear and duty had turned him into my tormentor—struggled to focus. "Racheal?" The word was barely a whisper, disbelieving. "You're... you're alive. You're—" His gaze took in my form, the silver energy still crackling around me, and something that might have been awe flickered across his face.

She clutched at the waistband of his sweatpants eager to get rid of it. “Eager, aren’t we?” he grinned as he quickly got rid of his clothes, exposing himself to her loving gaze. Raven noted how aroused he was, her hand eagerly stroking him, wanting nothing more than to please him. Ralph’s pulse quickened and his hardened shaft throbbed more with need. He pinned her to the bed with his thick leg while his mouth started working wonders on her body, eliciting deep moans of pleasure out of her. His fingers pumped into her dripping folds, making a tremendous amount of heat gather at the pit of her stomach, ready to explode any moment.

43. The Only Lycan This chapter is dedicated to WISEONG HANEUL. Thank you for your support <3 Third Person's POV: Rafael could hardly believe that his prayers had been answered—his Astrid was back. Though her breathing remained shallow, the fact that she had opened her eyes brought immense relief to Rafael. Unable to contain his joy, he enveloped Astrid in a tight embrace. "Astrid, my little dove. Please never leave me," Rafael begged.

"Say it, Dara. Tell me you want me more than you ever wanted him." "I want you," I whispered back, completely giving up my remaining restraint. "I only want you." "That's my girl," Rafael growled, his hand holding my waist tightly as he drove deeper, taking us both closer to the edge. I closed my eyes, my body trembling with the overwhelming heat rushing through my veins. The thought of Joe sitting outside reading a magazine while his stepbrother took me inside the dressing room made my heart pound with a wild, dark excitement. Rafael's breathing turned heavy and raspy against my ear. His hips moved with relentless precision, matching the fast beat of my pulse until my entire body turned sti

Her voice hitting the walls as she moaned in ecstasy, uncaring and teleported to another dimension of haven. Before she could ride out the third high, Rafael stepped away from her, with a powerful smirk on his lips. June felt bereft and crashlanded to Mother Earth. “You...Why?” Rafael stepped out of his shorts and his member sprang free. His smirk widened at the sheer shock on June’s face at his length and girth. She was suddenly worried, could it possibly fit in? Slowly, he returned to her, teasing until she was desperate and ready to have him, only then did he plunge into her, slowly relishing the wetness and tightness of her core.

I yelled. “Sh, don’t yell baby. Come in, rest a little and we will talk about this later.” He said with a smile on his face, he was standing a bit too close to me. I closed my eyes, wishing this was nothing but a horrible dream when he traced my lips with his thumb. I felt shiver run down my spine, I felt the need to run and hide, I know him, I know Raphael Fernandez, he is nothing but pure evil and for some reason I feel like I have fallen into his well thought out plan. YARA’S POINT OF VIEW