Forest Grove Institute

I moaned, breathless and trembling, as he unraveled me with his mouth—his fingers and tongue weaving wicked magic I could barely withstand.

He pulled away slowly, deliberately, giving me time to descend from the waves still crashing through me. Then, with maddening tenderness, he began kissing his way up my body. Each press of his lips sparked a fresh blaze beneath my skin, reigniting every nerve he'd just overwhelmed.

When his lips finally met mine, I wanted to devour him—hungry, breathless, undone. But like the Dominant he was, he seized control, his mouth claiming mine with firm, unrelenting purpose. His tongue slid between my lips, demanding entry I eagerly gave, and the taste of myself on him made my head spin.

His hands roamed over me with reverence and purpose, tracing the natural curves of my body like he was learning me by touch alone. When he reached my breasts, he broke the kiss—slowly, deliberately—leaving me gasping in the space between us. His mouth traveled down, each kiss trailing fire until he reached my chest.

He teased one nipple with skilled fingers while his lips wrapped around the other, drawing it into his mouth with a hot, aching pull. The sensation tore a moan from my throat as my back arched off the bed, body straining toward his touch.

"Oh... oh God..." I gasped, trembling beneath him, laid bare and entirely at his mercy.

I felt the curve of his smile against my skin just before he let my nipple go with a soft, wet pop that sent a fresh jolt through me. Without missing a beat, he claimed the other, drawing it into his mouth with that same slow, decadent pull, while his fingers returned to the first—now slick and sensitive—teasing it with practiced ease.

My back arched again, an instinctive, helpless offering as the dual sensations overwhelmed me—his mouth hot and insistent, his fingers relentless in their rhythm. I couldn't contain the moans spilling from my lips, each one rougher, more desperate than the last.

Blindfolded, my world was reduced to sound and touch—the muffled noises of his enjoyment were all I had to go on. But even without seeing, I could feel it—how hard he was, how much he wanted me.

Rafael's POV:

Her sounds—God, her sounds would be the death of me. Each moan, each shiver that wracked her body, each breath she couldn't quite catch... they were all mine.

I pulled my mouth away from her nipple only to trail kisses up her neck, savoring her delicate skin before claiming her jaw and finally her lips again. She moaned into me, the sweet sound lighting something dark within me. She trusted me—wholly, completely—and I trusted her with every part of me.

I pulled back just enough to lift the blindfold from her eyes, giving her a moment to adjust to the change, to the shift in our connection, while my hands toyed with her sensitive nipples. She gripped the cuffs, her knuckles white, as if they were the only thing anchoring her in place. And I watched—watched as her gaze finally met mine, reflecting back the same fire, the same trust, and the same raw desire that burned within me.

I slowly removed myself from the bed, standing and didn't correct her when her eyes followed my movements, wanting her to see me - all of me - as I slowly stripped out of my pants and boxers.

I watched her watching me, eyes locked on my hand as I stroked myself from base to tip, already slick with precum. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled her upper chest, and her gaze never wavered. She licked her lips, and I couldn't help but smirk—there was no way I could be mad at her for not making eye contact when she was looking at me like that.

"Look at you..." I murmured, voice low and deliberate. "You want me."

She nodded before I'd even finished, and my smirk deepened.