Page 61 of Endlessly Raphael
Haven gasps as a smile spreads across his lips. “Oh my god.”
“You’re safe.”
“I know.”
“Keep your eyes closed though.”
“I will. Rapha…”
I bury my nose in his sweet-smelling hair, our bodies rubbing together. Waves of pleasure surround us, swirling around us, as we rise high above the city below. In my mind, we’re wrapped in silk and cashmere, making love. Haven offers his neck, inviting me to claim his soul for my own.
My body responds with elation, tingling with light as if the stars themselves are falling around us. The release I feel is beyond satisfying and will be enough to get me by until the real event. I know it’ll happen. Haven is the one.
“Raph,” Haven whimpers. “Oh god.”
He shakes in my embrace, his body simulating the orgasm I wanted him to feel. Unable to resist, I nip his flesh. Just a scratch, a tiny one to soothe my beast. I can taste him on my tongue—his blood, his cum, his scent. If I could get drunk, I imagine it would feel exactly like this.
Haven twists suddenly in my arms, wrapping himself around me, and I bring us down safely. As my feet touch the roof, I grab our clothes, wrapping them around him as best I can while I support his weight with my other arm. I carry my destiny, my fate, to our room, moving so quickly it would be impossible to detect us. Haven keeps his face buried in the crook of my neck, but as we enter our room, warm moisture trickles down my shoulder.
“Are you okay?” I ask, setting him down, but he refuses to let go, so I settle in a chair with him still on my lap.
He shakes in my arms, softly sobbing, and drawing tears to my own eyes. His emotions are loud for me, telling me everything I need to know. He’s content and he feels safe. I couldn’t be happier to give this moment to him.
After several minutes, he lifts his head, gazing at me with glossy eyes and a shy smile. “You’re not real, are you? It’s not possible that someone like you really exists. Please, Rapha, please tell me you’re real.”
I cup his cheek. “Oh, my darling. I’m real. Can’t you feel me? Don’t you see me with your own beautiful eyes?”
“None of this was supposed to feel like this. We’re supposed to be fuck buddies and have like a business deal but…” He pauses, searching my eyes. “You’re making me fall in love with you.”
“There is no greater gift than your love.”
“I’m not alone, right? You’re feeling things too?”
“Absolutely. More than I can express.” I grip the back of his neck. “My Haven. My beauty. This isn’t fake. Not for me.”
Fresh tears flood his eyes. “I never thought…” He shakes his head. “Everything’s been so shitty for so long. How did I find you? I’m not that lucky.”
“It wasn’t luck, Haven.” The words dance on my tongue, tempting me to confess. I want so desperately to tell him what we are to each other, but I hold back. It’s not the right time. Not yet. “Can you keep trusting me?”
He nods, touching my cheeks with his fingers as he holds my gaze. “Yes.”
“Good. I think you have to start believing that you’ve earned some happiness. It’s your karma, remember?”
He laughs, nodding. “Right. We did it, Rapha. We pulled it off. All I have to do now is sign the papers.”
“Yep.” I brush the lingering tears from his cheeks. “And you’re still not alone. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you.”
“How do you feel? Are you tired? Do you want a drink? Food?”
“I’m good. I want to cuddle, and then I want you to tear me apart again.”
“I can handle that.”
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Watching Haven sign the papers to officially take ownership of his family business fills me with pride I wasn’t expecting. His hand shakes, but his outer appearance is nothing but confident. He’s taking his rightful spot.