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nemesyaaa · 2 days ago

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assjskskskskskskss finally be able to read it even with the sickness 😭😭😭 i remember being so fan of this movie when i was little because the tension and the plot was amazing and you perfectly catch the vibes of the movies !!! this was so good to read. i feel like we need more action plot/prompts because its really so interesting. this rafe makes me giggles and kicking my feets, willing to sacrifice for his girl 🥹‼️i need him so bad !!! anyways, you never miss with your creativity <33 tysm for feeding us !!!

“I think you just did, sweetheart,” he hums, his voice low and breathless still. — « sweetheart » 😵😵 im gonna explode nj

“I’d die for you,” he whispers. — i will buy a gun and kill myself 🤤🤤

“I don’t deserve you, sweetheart,” he mumbles as he kisses your jaw, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. — wanna marry me ? yes or yes ?? yes ?????

“Italy it is,” he whispers. Your body melts into him, your mind at peace for the moment, letting yourself believe it was all possible. — Italy is such a perfect and romantic destination for lovers, i highly rec it ‼️

“Fuck, that's my girl… That’s my baby,” He buries himself in your neck, pulling you into his heaving chest. His eyes drift open slowly, greeting yours as he holds you in his arms. — « “Fuck, that's my girl… That’s my baby,”» 😋😋😋 the smut 😆😆 the ending !!!

𝓕𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮𝔂

🄼🅁 & 🄼🅁🅂 🄲🄰🄼🄴🅁🄾🄽

𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎�� 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚛. & 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

+18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

𝚂𝚒𝚡 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚘—𝚊𝚗𝚍 ��𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

cw | smut, swearing, pet names, unprotected p in v, choking, fingering, squirting, fighting, mentions of blood, murder, use of guns, graphic violence

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⊹ 💌 ⁺ ˳ ✿ . ♥️ ࿐ 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓫𝓸𝓷, 6 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓸…

The bar is warm and dimly lit, the scent of citrus and aged whiskey hangs heavy in the air. The streets of Lisbon are alive with music and conversation, but the bar feels smaller and more intimate.

You lean into the bar top, crossing your legs, letting the deep slit of your red dress pull up your thigh. You lift your Ginjinha, siping the cherry red liquor, watching the ruby red catch the light as you bring it to your lips.

As soon as you do, a man stumbles in, breathing heavily, his broad chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He looks disheveled, wide-eyed, and entirely out of place as he walks toward the bar, stripping off clothes as he gets closer: a wide-brimmed hat, a bandana, and a hideous brown poncho tossing them under tables as he goes.

You barely had time to blink before he was standing in front of you, his beautiful blue eyes locked on yours, intense, searching–and before you could say ‘hi,’ he grabbed your drink, plucking it off your fingers before downing it himself, slamming it against the bar top, grabbing you by your waist, and kissing you.

Your breath catches in your chest; your hands, pressed against his broad chest, feeling his heart hammer underneath.

He doesn't pull away; his lips warm and insistent as his body melts into yours. But beneath the surface, you feel desperation, a plea, a warning… Don’t you dare pull away.

Just like the man, the police storm through the door as well. Your lips stay locked as you peer out of the side of your eyes, watching as they scan the bar, their sharp, predatory eyes sweeping over every patron with their weapons drawn.

The man’s eyes are still shut, so you shut yours as well, playing along with whatever game he’s playing.

His grip tightens on you ever so slightly–deepening the kiss, not just for the thrill but for survival. And it worked.

Without another word, the police turn and leave, passing the window outside as they continue their search down the street. The man pulls away, his lips barely brushing over the top of yours as he breathes a sigh of relief. His hand stays dressed around your waist, not ready to let go.

You look up at him; your brow arched as the corners of your lips curl into a pretty smile at the beautiful man before you.

“Can I help you?” You ask, your voice teasing but measured.

He chuckles warmly, his laugh sending chills down your smile.

“I think you just did, sweetheart,” he hums, his voice low and breathless still.

You look away, casting your gaze on the bartop, looking at your empty Ginjinha.

“I was drinking that, you know,” you tease breathily.

“You didn’t buy it for me?” He asks as he bites his bottom lip and gestures for the bartender, wordlessly ordering two more.

“What was that about,” you ask as you shift your gaze, nodding toward the door.

He shrugs, leaning slightly into the bar and looking down at you. “Well, I’d tell you, but then I’d have to–”

“Kill you?” You finish his sentence, rolling your eyes away as another pretty smile plays on your lips that has him stepping even closer.

“Mhmm… Exactly,” he chuckles as he sets a few euros down on the counter. “Nah, just the wrong place at the wrong time.”

And, against your better judgment, you lift your glass… “Cheers.”

⊹ 💌 ⁺ ˳ ✿ . ♥️ ࿐

The suburban life the two of you built in Figure Eight was nothing short of idyllic.

Your house was nestled at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, with white shutters and a perfectly manicured lawn, situated on a sprawling beachfront estate, making the two of you the envy of the young couples at the Island Club.

Rafe worked hard, and so did you… Giving up his former life in the government to settle down with you. Rafe Cameron CEO… It was a vague title, but he had his hands in multiple multimillion-dollar developments on Kildare Island, bringing in a ‘shit ton of money,’ as he loves to say, so who were you to complain when a meeting went too long or a day at the office stretched a little too late?

You often found yourself studying Rafe in quiet moments—how his eyes sharpened when he heard something on the news or how he became a little more rigid when certain people called… But you chose to believe the illusion, to embrace the comfort rather than question it because he was perfect in every other sense of the word.

You truly love him, but love didn’t erase the years of training.

⊹ 💌 ⁺ ˳ ✿ . ♥️ ࿐ 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱’𝓼 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼

The grand estate was washed in the eerie glow of the Barbados moonlight. The once-opulent halls were filled with the muffled sounds of gunfire and the impending weight of death. You moved carefully, breathing steadily despite the chaos, as you had many times before.

Other assassins from rival organizations had descended upon the estate like vultures, all determined to take Singh out, turning the place into a bloodbath. The result was an all-out war, bloody takedown, and brutal firefights.

But there was no way you were going to miss this hit–the money was too fucking good.

"Move to the main hall. He's close,” your earpiece crackles. You adjust your hold on her weapon, rounding the corner. Watching as your next target moves in the shadows: dark tactical gear, his expression unreadable, his movements trained, and in his hand: a gun.

Your stomach falls, your heart hammering in your chest as you watch Rafe lift his weapon, firing once.

It’s a brutal shot; the rival assassin drops to the flood, blood pooling beneath him as Rafe’s gun smokes. The shot was silent, but the impact echoed through your being, and for the first time in your career, your fingers trembled; the weapon in your hand felt foreign to you as you put your husband in your crosshairs.

The former “government official”... The man you had spent the last six years loving, building a life with, trusting more than anyone, was an assassin…

Exactly like you.

The cold, sharp realization was a stab through your heart. You weren’t the only liar here…

The only question is, did he know you had been lying, too?

Your body refused to obey your mind… This was your Rafe. And for the first time in your life, you didn’t know what you were supposed to do.

Rafe’s head turns slowly, sensing a shift in the room. And just like that, your perfect life crumbles around you.

The air between you is thick; the weight of your betrayal, heavy on you both as Rafe stands there perplexed.

He lifts his gun too, aiming it right back at you, fixing his grip nervously, no doubt feeling the same sense of unease…

Your concerns about him knowing you were anything but his perfect little housewife vanished as you saw the true horror in his eyes.

Rafe reaches behind his ear, shutting off his earpiece as you do the same.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Rafe demands, his voice tight, almost breathless.

You let out a nervous laugh as your heart breaks a little more. “I could ask you the same thing, Rafe.” Your hands tremble, betrayed by your emotions as they bubble to the surface.

You flick on your earpiece, listening to your orders come through as tears well in your eyes. “Five more in the building. Take them out. Singh’s in his office.”

You swallow thickly, watching as Rafe gets the same message. His posture changes, and his grip shifts once again. He reaches up, flicking off his earpiece again as you do the same.

“What did they just tell you?” He asks, his voice dark and lethal.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper

Rafe sucks his teeth, his anger with you rising. “They told you to kill me, didn’t they? Five more targets… I’m one of the five.”

“Yes,” you admit, knowing you should have lied. “And they told you the same—”

“Then do it,” he challenges you as his eyes narrow on yours.

“You first.”

The two of you stand there, tension building as you wait to see if you truly have it in your heart to do it.

“Fuck, baby,” he hisses as he reaches behind his ear, flicking on his earpiece before he disappears into the shadows that he came out of, falling deeper into the hall.

You swallow hard, vision blurring around the edges as you try to calm down. Neither of you knew what to do–that was clear–there was no easy way out of this.

You slip down another hall–taking out two more bodies. Each kill is cleaner than the last, executed with the brutal efficiency that only came from years of training.

Every step forward—everybody that hit the ground—was just another step closer to the moment you both dreaded.

Your heart thumps in your ears, making it hard to hear as you step down the long, dark hallway like a cat, gun drawn.

You move toward the office door, your fingers twitching, ready to press forward and pull the trigger on Singh.

Rafe’s gloved hand slaps over your mouth, pulling you back where you came, yanking you into the darkness.

You breathe hard through your nose, unable to speak with his hand so tight, struggling as he holds you against him, but it’s no use; he’s so much stronger.

His grip is constricting, but his breath is soft, fanning against your ear as he leans in close, hand moving down your thigh, sliding your dagger free. Rafe lifts the weapon, pressing it against your throat, shutting off your earpiece.

You do your best to steady your breathing, clutching onto his thighs as your body presses flush against his, feeling his heart bang against your back.

"Talk to me," he rasps, his voice raw with emotion. “I need to know what we're doing before we walk into that room."

"Rafe-"

"I love you," he cuts in, his voice nearly breaking. "I always have. I lied about what I do–about who l am, but I never lied about that. Never.” You feel your chest tighten, but you force yourself to stay cold. “I’m panicking," he admits, his forehead pressing briefly against your cheek. “I had no idea this was your life. I had no idea what you were."

You swallow hard, feeling the chill of the steel against your hot skin.

“Rafe… Did you think I was in Lisbon on vacation? Really?” His grip on your body tightens a little more. "You know my position now… Think about it. What do you think I was doing in Lisbon?"

His silence is deafening, either in denial or unable to put the pieces together himself.

"I was there to take you out," you whisper, feeling him flinch behind you. “I was sent to kill a government official; I was sent for you, Rafe. You were my target.” He exhales sharply as if you just gutted him. “I couldn't do it," you admit. "I should have. But I didn't."

“So what? You don’t love me? Our entire life was a fuckin’ lie, and we’re just gonna keep dancin’ around each other until one of us pulls the trigger–”

“I do love you, Rafe,” you stop him, your voice tightening from the weapon still flush with your skin.

“How can I believe you?” He asks.

You take a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as a tear rolls warm down your cheek. “Because I do–” A figure moves in the shadows just ahead, making the two of you fall silent—a rival killer neither of you had noticed. A sixth... He’s quiet, precise, creeping toward the door as Rafe holds you close, turning his body slightly to shield you.

The assassin grabs the handle of Singh’s office, ready to take the kill for himself, and as he does, a shot rings out. A single bullet cuts straight through his skull, sending him to the floor.

Rafe doesn’t think twice, his body moving on instinct, shoving you away as well before the echo of the gun even cleared the hallway, pushing you to the floor, too.

“Stay down,” he snarls, reaching behind his ear to flick on his earpiece as he charges toward the door, falling out of sight before it slams closed behind him, shutting it in your face.

You grab the handle, struggling to tear it open a few times, your feet unsteady from the bloody mess on the marble below your feet.

You can hear the battle behind it, items from Sighn’s desk getting tossed around the room, grunts and groans, and shots fired.

Thud.

Something heavy hits the floor, and everything goes silent. And again, for the second time tonight, everything around you crumbles.

You take a few steps back, lifting your gun, shooting the handle. The hinges loosen as the door pops open ever so slightly.

You press it open, seeing the toes of Rafe’s shoes lying on the floor, the sight making your heart shatter into a million pieces, his body too limp to tell if he's dead or alive. Singh stands over him, the marble desk weight in hand streaked with Rafe’s blood.

You don't hesitate. Lifting your gun. One Shot. No time for mistakes.

Singh’s body jerks, the impact sending him crashing backward onto his desk. His breath hitches once, twice, and then he slumps forward, lifeless.

The room falls silent.

You stand there, breathing heavily, your eyes shifting to Rafe. You blink away your tears, staring down at the man you love.

And then, his chest lifts–a shallow breath, but it’s enough.

You walk over to Singh’s desk, grabbing his pen, writing down a note as you watch Rafe struggle on the floor, coming to.

You flick on your earpiece as Rafe sits up, his eyes fluttering open as he adjusts to the bright light, and just as his beautiful blue eyes open, you shoot.

Smoke rolls out of your gun as you press your finger against your mouth, silencing your husband as he looks up at you from the floor.

Rafe stares back at you, perplexed, watching you as you walk closer, passing him the note.

You lower yourself to the ground, looking in his eyes as they glass with tears. You cup his bruised cheek in your hand, and he leans into it, taking a deep breath.

The only way to keep both of you alive is if one of you was to disappear…

And you were more than willing to make that sacrifice.

Rafe exhales sharply, pulling himself to his feet, clearing his throat before pushing it out slowly. "Report." His fingers lace into yours; his breath steady as he speaks the words that will change everything. "All targets have been eliminated.”

⊹ 💌 ⁺ ˳ ✿ . ♥️ ࿐ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓽𝔃-𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓽𝓸𝓷

Rafe rests his head on your shoulder, the two of you looking at the water. He tucks himself into your neck, taking in your sweet perfume, kissing along your skin as he breathes a sigh of relief.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “You could have just taken me out, princess–followed your orders.”

“Which time?” You ask, turning in closer to him.

“Any of the three,” he chuckles, nuzzling closer. “You took Singh out, saved my life, pretended to take yourself out, and now you’re willing to give up your identity? Your entire life?” He asks in disbelief, his voice breaking with emotion.

“My entire life, Rafe?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“You are the most important thing in my life… I did it for us. Okay?” You whisper.

He swallows hard, his throat tightening as he pulls you in closer. “You’re willing to give up the life we had? The house, the neighbors, the little life we built in Kildare?”

“It wasn’t real,” you say, your voice trembling slightly. “This… What we have now. This is real, Rafe.”

“I don’t deserve you, sweetheart,” he mumbles as he kisses your jaw, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Yes, you do,” you whisper. “You would have done the same for me.” He looks out at the water, taking a deep, needed breath.

“I’d die for you,” he whispers.

“I’d die for you too.”

“Well, baby… Where are we goin’ now?” He mumbles as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to his chest.

“Somewhere beautiful.”

“Somewhere beautiful, huh? What’s your dream, princess?” He asks dreamily as his hands roam your curves.

“Italy…”

“Italy it is,” he whispers. Your body melts into him, your mind at peace for the moment, letting yourself believe it was all possible.

You don’t have answers yet; the plan is messy and rushed.

But you have him.

⊹ 💌 ⁺ ˳ ✿ . ♥️ ࿐

The warm St. Thomas breeze drifts up to the balcony, carrying the faint music from the pool deck below. Rafe looks at you through half-lidded eyes–a glass of rum rested in your hand as a bead of condensation rolls down the side.

He leans back on the lounge chair, a thick cigar balanced between his fingers, the tip glowing faintly in the dim light, lighting up his beautiful features with every drag.

His thin button-down shirt is opened slightly, showing off his chiseled chest and gold chain; he runs his fingers through his tousled hair, looking back at you with a smile.

You were looser now, the tension from earlier easing with every drink and story you shared.

“You remember that girls' trip to Miami I took last year?” You ask, turning to him with a sly smile as he adjusts slightly in his seat, a playful smirk tugging on his perfect lips.

Rafe raises an eyebrow, tapping out his cigar. “‘Course I do, baby. The one with Cali and Jules.”

“Mmm… That’s the one,” you smile from behind your glass before you take a little sip of rum, letting the sweetness linger on your tongue. “I was taking out a cartel lieutenant. He was staying at that ridiculous yacht club by the marina. Also, who the fuck are Cali and Jules?” You giggle, making Rafe release a deep chuckle, rolling his eyes away.

“Forgettin’ your own story, sweetheart? And a cartel lieutenant, huh? Goddamn… That’s so sexy, baby.”

You look away for a moment, feeling your cheeks warm up from your smile as the tropic music swells around you, the low roar of the ocean filling the spaces in between.

“Your turn,” you hum, gesturing to Rafe with your glass. “How about that fishing trip with Top? The one where you came home with nothin’ but a sunburn?”

Rafe smirks, leaning forward slightly in his seat. “Yeah… That wasn’t a fishin’ trip. I was in Argentina, taking out a black-market arms dealer. It took me two days to find him, and the sunburn was real... I figured it’d sell the story.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you chuckle as you shake your head, crawling closer to him.

“Pot, meet kettle,” Rafe teases as he grabs his tumbler, raising his glass in a toast.

Rafe grabs for you, pulling you into his lap, looking down at you with a smile.

“I used to feel guilty about lying to you. Every time I came back, I’d think about how much you trusted me, how much I wanted to tell you the truth–”

“Same,” Rafe admits, his voice low. “I’d watch you sleeping, thinking about everything you didn’t know. All the things I couldn’t tell you. It messed with my head sometimes.”

“Guess we’re not so different after all,” you whisper as you take the cigar off his hands, resting it between your lips.

“Guess not, Jane Smith.”

You laugh, choking on your smoke. “Oh my god,” you sigh.

“What? You don’t like that name?” Rafe teases you with your new identity as he tickles your sides.

“Barry couldn’t have chosen a better one?”

Rafe smirks, setting his glass down as he grabs you by your waist, guiding you to straddle his lap instead. He looks back at you in adoration, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “At home, though? You’re still y/n. My y/n.”

“That’s right,” you giggle breathily as you lean in, eliminating the space between you as Rafe does the same.

Rafe mumbles a breathy ‘I love you’ against your lips before they meet, your arms looping around his strong neck as your kiss deepens.

He groans into your mouth, and you moan into him, savoring the taste of his sweet lips. His big hand inches up your body, but you grab his wrist, guiding his hand to your tit. “Fuck, baby,” he moans as he squeezes.

Your hand rests against his chest as your tongues reel, your nails scratching down. “Out here?” You giggle breathily, making Rafe smile against your lips, your hand pushing against his stiff dick, making your pussy ache.

“Fuck, sweetheart… We can do it in there too.” He pulls you closer, his warm lips pressing against your neck, moving higher. “Who’s my girl?” He asks with a deep rasp as your hands trace down his broad chest, fingers falling to his belt.

“I’m your girl.” You bite your lip as you tug the leather belt through the loops.

“Mhmm,” he hums as he rubs his thumb across your shoulder, lowering one strap and the other. “That’s right, princess. You’re my fuckin’ girl,” he whispers through a playful smirk. You reach up, pulling your shirt and bra down around your waist, making Rafe release a deep groan.

He leans in, pressing his lips against yours— hungry and possessive. Your tongue tangles with his, separating briefly to tear him out of his shirt as his hands cup your chest, thumbs brushing across your nipples.

You wrap your hands around his neck, grinding into the rock-hard bulge. He quickly reaches down, tugging his pants down his thighs.

You look down at him, eyes widening as you take him in: white, skin-tight boxer briefs bunched up slightly on his leg. His shaft and head stick out the bottom, strangled in cotton, leaking from the tip, dripping slightly down his inner thigh.

You trace his dick softly, making his muscles flex, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip as he watches, dick pulsing with each brush of your fingers.

"So fucking big, baby." You whisper, bringing it to your lips before sucking it clean. He pulls them the rest of the way down—his heavy cock smacks against his toned stomach.

Rafe slides down in the seat, slightly guiding your arousal-pooled panties right on top of his dick, taking his lip between his teeth, rocking your body onto him.

His hands wrap around your back, slipping under your skirt to grip and knead your ass, pulling moan after moan from your lips. His stiff cock rubs against your clit, making you toss your head back.

Rafe buries himself in your neck, his warm breath hot against your skin as he breathes you in. “Fuck, I need you,” he mumbles needily against your neck before sinking his teeth into you growing impatient as your hips continue to rut shamelessly against his pulsing cock, making him take what he needs himself.

Rafe reaches under your skirt, ripping one side of your panties and then the next, tossing the soaked lace to the floor with a sigh of relief as he grips his heavy cock with one hand, lifting your body right where he wants you with the other arm making you gasp.

Rafe’s lidded eyes connect with yours, lips falling open with his as he pushes inside you entirely. Your grip his shoulders, hands trembling as a deep groan thunders in his chest, feeling your warm, wet cunt wrap around him tight.

“Fuck, me,” he mutters under his breath as he leans into you, smiling against your lips before capturing your mouth in a tender kiss.

“You feel so fucking good, Rafe,” you whisper, whimpering as he presses his fingers against your clit.

“Pussy’s so perfect,” he drawls; soft lips brush against yours, guiding you to roll your body just like you were before.

“I… Fuck—” You shutter as you feel his big cock fill you to the brim.

Rafe grabs your hips, lifting you up slightly, letting his cum leak out of your pussy onto his pulsing dick. His eyes lift to yours in a lust-ridden daze, muscles flexing as he lowers you back down on his length.

He hisses out a breath; jaw clenched in overstimulation as he uses his cum as lube, fucking up into your soaked hole. You throw your head back, skin slapping against the skin, clasping your hand over your lips to contain your cries.

Your lips crash against his, kissing him deeply, feeling yourself about to lose control. “Fuck, Rafe… M’close,” you whimper against his lips.

“Yeah?”

”Yeah,” you pant, “Mmm... Rafe. J-Just like that.” Rafe grabs your body, using his hold and his muscle to bounce you on his cock, again and again, pounding your pussy with his thick dick. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, warmth tightening around him.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he groans. “Make a mess for me.”

Your pussy gushes and flutters around his big cock wetting his lap and his fingers.

“Fuck, that's my girl… That’s my baby,” He buries himself in your neck, pulling you into his heaving chest. His eyes drift open slowly, greeting yours as he holds you in his arms.

Rafe kisses your forehead—then your nose and your lips.

“Goddamn,” he mumbles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh? You wanna take a shower, princess?” Rafe kisses you again, lingering while your breathing slows together.

“Mmm… Please,” you whisper.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

You lean in, sealing your words with a kiss.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a oath, unspoken but understood. A promise that whatever came next, you would face it together.

There were no lies, walls, or secrets between you for the first time in years.

Just love.

Raw, imperfect, and undeniably real.

⊹ 💌 ⁺ ˳ ✿ . ♥️ ࿐

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