Raphael Tensura Novels & Stories

The words sent strange heat through my chest despite the tension. Before I could respond, Raphael leaned down slightly. Then suddenly, he buried his face near my neck. I froze completely. His warm breath brushed softly against my skin as he inhaled deeply, a low sound rumbled in his chest. Not quite a growl or quite human either. My entire body trembled. And Raphael? Raphael only inhaled again like he was addicted to my scent.

"Then prove it. Don't touch me, don't react while I own you." Raphael's jaw clenched as he tried to hold back, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. I could feel the tension in him, every muscle taut beneath my fingers as if he were teetering on the edge of control, waiting for permission to fall. His gaze, half lidded and heavy with desire, remained locked on mine, the silent challenge unmistakable.

Knowing what I could have, that I could have all that crammed in my pussy, fucking the living daylights out of me- “Lena, would you mind taking pictures of the archways we have passed, so Zella can have some references to work with?” Rafael asked Lena. “Of course!” She said, skipping off and leaving me alone with Rafael in a rather secluded portion of the museum. Was it just me or did he keep inching closer? “See here?” he murmured, reaching across me to point at a plastered design on the wall. His cologne filled my nose and I realized he was practically pushing me up against the wall.