Rafayel X Reader 소설 & 이야기

he exclaimed and got up, leaving my room. I lay on the bed, still having nothing on, but bathrobe. I closed my eyes and the image of Raf started appearing on my mind. His chocolate eyes, making me feel like in a desert if I continue looking deeper. His dark hair moving with the wind . Even when the wind spoils his hairstyle, it’s still amazing. And remembering him after the shower with the naked torso. His perfectly sculptured body and the veins showing up on his arms. These pictures showed up in my mind in flashbacks. I opened my eyes and looked at my bracelet. I haven’t opened each of the balls. I decided to open the random one. There was a little piece of paper, saying:

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.

“That I wasn’t meant to kneel beside you. I was meant to stand in your place.” I stared. Dahlia didn’t cry. She didn’t stammer. She looked ashamed. But resolved. “He showed me a world where I ruled. Where people didn’t fear me for being the second daughter. Where I wasn’t a shadow in someone else’s story.” “And did it look real?” I asked softly. “No,” she whispered. “But it felt good.” That night, Rafael didn’t return. Not by midnight. Not by dawn. When I found Xander, he was pacing the strategy hall, his jaw bloody and his sleeve torn.

“I’m going to take you from behind while you blow your husband.” She loved it from behind. “Yes, take me.” Rafael did not waste time. Her pússy was wet and pliant, and he forged in, holding her exactly where he wanted her. “Oh fúck.” She braced against his sudden fast rhythm. “That’s good.” And it was. He was hitting a place so deep and dense it seemed to touch her very soul. Her moans came soft and needy. “Mmm…yes…” “He looks good taking you,” Felix said, propped on his elbows. “And you sucking me…at the same…” He groaned long and low. “Hell yes.”

' Keysha thought with a smile. Xavier is very confident, he carries a bouquet of flowers in his hand which will be presented to the idol of the heart. Xavier pressed Aira's doorbell, but when Aira came out. It wasn't the smile that Raffael got, it was the slap that Raffael got from his lover. Plaakkk!! the sound of the slap sounded so loud. "Honey? What are you doing?" Xavier asked with a confused face, he also held his cheek which felt hot.

~ (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."

I said while bowing. Elijah didn't look at me but his eyes were fixed on Rafi. They seemed to be measuring each other's gaze and I felt a sudden build-up of tension. "Elijah Rafael El Valerian," Rafi promised firmly. I was surprised because there was not even the slightest tone of respect coming from him. It's like he's just talking to someone his age. "Rafi Xantheus del Waldorf," Elijah said and I saw how his jaws clenched. del Waldorf? I looked at Rafi and just now noticed his great resemblance to Rostov. Is he related to Rostov?

His expression unreadable, his face shadowed with something darker than anger. “See?” Rafayel murmured with a sly smile. My heart plummeted. What the hell, Rafayel! You’re going to get me killed! ****** LMCD22

“Are you not ready to get pregnant?” Poppy didn't respond. Her thoughts became blank, as if she didn't understand the language spoken by the other person. “I know my brother wants to have a child very soon. But it appears that you have a different perspective.” “I—I just... I mean...” Poppy panicked till she couldn't form a complete phrase. Rafael grinned and pulled Poppy's hand, taking her to a chair next to the bookcase on the opposite side of Xavier. Then he sat in front of Poppy, waiting for her explanation once she had calmed down.

Nikolai gestured to a chair behind us. “Sit,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “What’s your name, piccolo?” He hesitated, sitting stiffly, clearly aware of the predators around him. “Rafayel,” he muttered, voice rough. “What do you want?” I leaned back, studying him. “You fought smart down there. Took down a man twice your size. That’s not just luck.” Rafayel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. Henri frowned, glancing at Dante. “Catalina, he’s a nobody. Why the interest?”