Tensura Raphael Novelas e Histórias

He cupped the full weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing the peaks, and kissed her with the same controlled focus he brought to a perfect reduction. They moved to the bed without hurry. Raphaël stripped himself with equal care, revealing the full map of tattoos and the thick, already hard cock that had been a problem since the afternoon he first noticed Elara watching him. He laid Annabelle back and settled between her thighs, spreading her with his palms. He ate her pussy with slow, thorough strokes of his tongue, circling her clit, dipping lower, tasting the clean salt of her. When she began to rock against his mouth he turned her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and dragged his tongue

“Come on, Ralph! Stop trying to play tough with me, we both know how ravenous and insatiable you were that night. I don’t care what anyone says about you, Raphael. You are not the timid man everyone is talking about. So stop pushing me away and let me take care of you. I can make you feel relaxed and happy.” I told him, trying to push off his hand. But he didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his fist around my neck, his nails digging into my skin as he glared dangerously at me. “Are you trying to infuriate me on purpose, are you running mad? He bellows angrily.

Raphael’s finger hovered, then clicked once on the trackpad. He was sitting on the balcony, shirtless, exposing tattoos so intricate they looked like clothes sculpted onto his skin, ignoring how the wind bit hard. The silhouette of his broad frame stayed hunched in the pale cast of morning light that bled through the penthouse windows, a lit cigarette dangling between his left fingers. Outside, Manhattan moved in slow-motion. Cars were the size of ants and the world felt too small beneath the altitude of his penthouse and its soundproof glass.

He shrugged, not interested. "Looking for someone I know, I guess? Are you new here? I think it's my first time to see you." "Uhh, no. I mean, it's not my first time joining a party of the Venturi." "Oh, I see. But you don't look familiar." He paused. "By the way, I'm Jude." He offered me his right hand. "How about you?" "I'm Raphaela," I introduced too and accepted his hand. It was a soft, too far from Royal's rough hands.

They had already set up a few tents, and there was already food prepared on the table. People were also slowly gathering up. Without even thinking, her eyes landed on Raphael who was just sitting on the corner, eating a piece of watermelon. He was just quiet, and wasn’t in other people’s circles. For a moment, he could almost be seen as an introvert, but he was far from being one. It looked like he was thinking deeply of something, and Timothee, even if she kept telling herself to look away, couldn’t get herself to look away.

When the music stopped, Ines opens her eyes and looks at Raphael. "why did you stop?" asks Ines. "I can play only so much" says Raphael. "What if I pay you to play more?" asks Ines. "Or you could ask nicely" says Raphael. Ines smiles and says "I rather pay you" "Bitch" says Raphael and Ines calls him "Manwhore" "Hey, i have been faithful. I have robotically fucked only you" says Raphael. Ines recalls her talk with Maurizio and says "I need to tell you something"

Raphael said. "Just a minute, I'll heal you!" said Raphael. He put his palm on Nara's wound. Rafael's energy moved and began to heal the girl's wounds. Nara accidentally looked at Rafael's handsome face. Her sharp nose, thick eyebrows and sexy lips made her heart suddenly beat very fast.

His abs were so defined, they looked sculpted—like someone had chiseled them out of marble. Her entire face went up in flames. “You—I—!” She tried to yank her hands back, but his grip was firm. He wasn’t letting her go. “If you’re into muscles,” Raphael said, tone unreadable, “you can touch.” Grace’s jaw dropped. What?! Did he actually just say that? Coming from his perpetually cold, self-restrained face? That sentence hit her like a brain short-circuit. Between that and the leftover buzz from the drinks, she could barely think straight.

The tension in the room went from zero to a hundred in an instant. “...Raphael?” Sierra croaked, and Raphael turned to her, giving her a smile. * * * To Be Continued.

He continued," Your body, no matter how much you try to push me away belongs to me. It did since it was brought into this world and it will remain mine. And very soon your soul will -" "Fuck you. You egotistic skimming son of a bitch", Tiana spat at him. She in her life had never cursed someone the way she did and instead of giving her his own befitting reply Raphael just smirked at her before shoving two of his fingers into her vagina. Her intake of breath was so loud and it was immediately followed by a moan when he started moving his fingers.