Raphael kissed her hungrily, demandingly, as if he knew this moment could be their last.
Elissa drowned in the feeling, in the heat of his hands that moved over her with confidence, erasing the line between the forbidden and the allowed.
She didn’t know what exactly made him different. He was danger, the darkness she had been warned against, but right now—right now, he was the only reality she could feel.
Raphael pressed her against the wall, his body barely touching hers, yet she felt his warmth, his strength, the restraint that was ready to snap at any second.
— You have no idea what you do to me, — he murmured, his lips grazing her neck.
Elissa shivered as he bit her skin lightly, his hot breath burning against it.
— Show me, — she whispered, gripping his shoulders.
He stilled, his lips just barely brushing against her, his fingers gripping the thin fabric of her dress. There was something wild, untamed in his eyes, but he waited.
— You’re not afraid? — he asked hoarsely.
— No, — she whispered, meeting his gaze.
Raphael smirked, but there was something dark, something dangerous in that smile.
— Liar.
But he didn’t hold back anymore.
He pulled her against him, his lips finding hers again, his hands running greedily along her spine, sending a shiver that echoed through her entire body.
Elissa melted into him, into his strength, into his darkness, which, at this moment, felt warmer than any sun.
Time ceased to exist.
There was only him.
There was only the night.