Tensura Raphael Novels & Stories

I moan, letting my head fall back, the warmth of him washing over me. It's electrifying, especially the way the hotness splashes on my abdomen, my hips. Raphael lifts his hand, the one that smacked me, and slams it down on the back of my thigh, squeezing my glute hard enough to bruise. “Don't tense your muscles; give in and scream my name again,” Ralph says, leaning closer to my ear. I feel it. His cock presses against me. He's coming in. I brace myself. But to my surprise, he doesn't slam it in. He lets it slide into my hole, slapping his thick, hot flesh against my butt.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

"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.

But he was still there. Raphael was standing by the large window, looking out at the morning grounds. He had pulled on a pair of dark grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, but he was still shirtless. The bright morning light poured over his broad shoulders, highlighting carved muscles of his back and the dark ink of his tattoos. A sudden squeeze of affection tightened in my chest. He looked like he belonged here, in my space. But the moment the feeling registered, I quickly brushed it away, locking it deep in the dark corners of my mind where it couldn't hurt me.

Raphael gravelly spoke while rocking my insides, riding me with so much intensity whilst his free hand was placed on the arch of my back making my ass stick out more. "Cazzo. Dolce bambola. Merda" Raphael was clearly going insane with pulsating need. He groaned breathlessly, thrusting faster and harder whilst going deeper and yet deeper with each fucking thrust. I bit my bottom lip releasing a painful pleasurable moan, as I struggled not to pass out. The familiar orgasmic sensation began building up within me. I couldn't contain myself any more as Raphael kept on going so hard, quick and rough in his thrusts inside me.

he drawls, his voice laced with a teasing lilt. I clench my fists, the knuckles turning white as they press down on the smooth surface of his desk. Leaning forward, I practically snarl, "What the hell were you playing at on Friday night, huh?" Raphael feigns confusion, tilting his head and batting his eyelashes in a parody of innocence. "Playing at? Whatever do you mean? You were the one who had his hands all over her," he says, tapping his finger suggestively against his lips. "Although, come to think of it, I've had my hands on plenty of women myself. Just last night, in fact, I had a woman better looking than Zephyra...."

"All three of them. You know that." "I know that." "I'm not a threat to it." "I know that too." "Then the toast is just toast," he said, and took it to the table and sat down and said something to Luca about the finals course that was genuinely interesting, and Luca's twelve percent attentiveness became eight percent because Raphael had, characteristically, disarmed the situation before it could become one. I watched this happen and thought that Raphael Moreau was going to be a very exhausting person to know for a long time and that I was probably going to know him for a very long time and that this was fine.

|| TERESA LAWRENCEVILLE's POV || " What are you doing here, Raphael?" I could never mistake this face ever. Raphael worked under king Nicolas, loyal to him wholeheartedly. He had been his right handed person for years. Raphael coldly retorted, eyeing me suspiciously, " I am here to check on your work. Did you make them believe in you?" I replied a bit nervously. We were standing in the backyard, isolated from the castle staff.

His wolf stirred within him, restless and possessive, urging him toward the smaller figure who was a bit far from him. Relief washed over him when he realized it was Raine. Raine hurried toward him and held his shoulders. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with concern as she felt the skin beneath the fabric was hot…too hot. Raphael held onto her tightly, burying his face in her neck to take a sniff. “Mate,” he murmured softly, breathing in her scent. Then his expression changed. His brows furrowed, and confusion crossed his face. In the next moment, his expression hardened with displeasure.

He immedately shot the moving balls five consecutive times without stopping and each shot hit a ball. The seller was dazed and he looked stunned by Raphael's pro handling of the rifle. Nicole jumped for excitement and she immedately hugged Raphael, planting a tender kiss on his lips to her own suprise. Raphael kissed her back and hugged her. She then pulled back and turned to face the young seller who still looked shocked on how Raphael was able to shoot the moving balls so swiftly without even missing one. She stretched out her hands to him and he gave her the huge polar bear.