Rafayel X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

which unfortunately he was rarely able to practice. The Uriel itself began to pick up the pace so much and tormenting him was a more than welcome change for him. Of course, the other nipple was not forgotten and continued to harden under the massaging touches of Uriel's index finger. This made fun of irritating him further and further and to bring him to the edge of the excitement by scratching her again and again lightly with his claw. "U ... Uriel ... !!!" came it with a gasp. Rafael closed his eyes. All he had was to surrender to it. He was a prisoner of his excitement, which also showed between his legs. His member was already painfully stiff and longed to receive attention. Suddenly he

his devilish laughs reached my ear "or else I would love to first kill your loverboy, drag you with your hair out of this filthy house, kill your family members one by one in front of your eyes and then marry you, to fuck you day and night" "Elena, do not listen to him" Raphael shouted. I could feel the pain behind his voice no matter how hard he is trying to sound strong. This was enough for me to stood up and bolt towards the door. I discarded the veil of the gown as I stood up and took a step ahead but fall back on the ground as soon as I placed my weight on my injured foot. It is still paining like hell. "I am going to count by 3 before pulling the trigger," Xaphan said and starting coun

My thoughts got disturbed and I flinched hard when I felt someone on my bed and Suddenly that person hugged me from behind. "Who is-" "Shhhh , It's me Angel..... Xavier." _________________________________ Rayle is a wonderful person and a good friend that Marilyn adores a lot but is he feels the same? Or ....(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) Why was Xavier with his EX, are they together? or.....(⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠) Wait till the next Chapter୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨

“This is all about the battle that was fought, and I guess I’ll read it in detail later, but I was hoping there was more on the Raven Wolf King. Like, who was he really?” “Why do you want to know about that?” I shrug. “I don’t know. Just curious.” I’m not about to tell him that I seem to have had a vision of him when I tried to commit suicide. I sigh, closing the book and putting it on the table. Raphael’s arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his body. “Stay,” he whispers in my ear and catches my lips with his before I can complain. His lips want to ignite me, skin burning where his hands press, every nerve sparking alive.

Rafael smirked against her skin, clearly pleased by her reaction. His fingers flexed at her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. “You say you don’t like me,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, “but your body is telling me something else.” Celia gasped softly, her hands landed on his chest without hesitation, as if to push him away, but she didn’t. Her fingertips rested against the warmth of his skin, feeling the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat beneath her hands.

When Ryley came out and closed the door at his back, he painfully eyed the only man he swore shared the same pain as himself, Rafael, the Gamma of the pack. Ryley paused before him, his eyes looking deep in his moistless yet terrified ones, as he swallowed the knot of uneasiness beneath his throat, and whispered, "Please tell me this is a bad REDEEMABLE dream— and that it'll be gone when I open my eyes from my deep sleep." Ryley launched his arms around his shoulder, throwing himself in his embrace, as he sobbed and cried with tears. His friend was too good to die so soon.

~Lyra's POV~ My skin still tingled from Xavier’s touches, the mate bond between us humming like a living thread of warmth and desire. It pulsed with the wild essence, urging us closer, binding our hearts and bodies in an ancient rhythm. I could feel his wolf calling to mine, a soft growl echoing in my mind that made my kaela stir with need. Xavier’s eyes darkened with that same primal hunger as he looked at me, his hands never stopping their gentle exploration.

a familiar voice drawled, “that’s disappointing. I was hoping for fear.” Rafael stepped from the trees like a wound tearing open the world. He looked wrong. His armor was cracked, scorched from the inside as though something had tried—and failed—to crawl out of him. His eyes burned too bright, crimson threaded with black veins that pulsed when he smiled. “Aurelia Nightfall,” he said softly. “Walking alone. How poetic.” Her stomach clenched—but not with fear. With clarity. “So it’s you, How cowardly of you to come for me because you know I'm alone” she replied. “You’ve fallen far.”

Completely open to him. Rafael stepped back and admired me. “Look at you. Spread and helpless. My perfect research subject.” He picked up a flogger with soft leather tails. The first strokes landed lightly across my breasts and stomach, warming my skin. Then harder. The sting mixed with pleasure made me moan. “Too much?” he asked, pausing. “No,” I gasped. “More.” He smiled and continued, focusing on my thighs and pussy. Each hit sent sparks through me. By the time he stopped, I was dripping wet and desperate.

I’m not even sure. Rafael stood just an inch away, his gaze drinking me in like I was the most exquisite sight he’d ever seen. His lips curved into a half-smile, satisfaction etched across his face like this was what he’d been craving all along. And now that he had it, had me, he was basking in the darkness of his own desire. His eyes says it all, he wasn't done. They promised more. More torment. More pleasure. More him. I wanted it too. I wanted all of what he could give and more.