He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting the fabric slide from his shoulders. I could only watch, breathless, as he discarded the last barrier between us.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice a mix of praise and anticipation. “But now... let me show you how much I love you.”
He tore off the plastic with his teeth and swiftly slipped the safety on before his lips claiming mine with urgency and passion.
I gave myself to him. My voice tangled with his as pleasure built between us.
“Raphael...” I gasped as he thrust into me, his name slipping from my lips like a prayer.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his gaze locking onto mine. “Don’t worry.”
The party continued downstairs, a dull roar of music and laughter that masked our tangled cries and shuddered breaths.
The world beyond this room did not matter. Nothing did, except him.
When our passion finally ebbed, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. I had never felt so alive, so completely consumed by someone.
Raphael had prepared the best for me—every touch, every kiss, was a testament to how much he desired me.
“You look messy,” he chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
His expression had softened, but there was still that gleam of pride and possession in his eyes. “Go clean yourself up and fix your makeup before you go downstairs. We don’t want anyone to suspect anything, do we?”
“Of course.” I nodded, forcing a smile. But something tightened in my chest at his words.
Was he ashamed of me? Or was he only worried about his reputation?
Raphael leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Good girl. You did so well. Thank you for this precious graduation gift, my love.”
I watched him put his clothes back on, his movements graceful and unbothered.
And as he left the room with that same easy confidence, the door closing softly behind him, I felt something unsettling swirl within me.
Maybe it was just the afterglow. Or maybe it was something else entirely.
But before I could linger on it, I got up to clean myself, telling myself over and over that Raphael loved me. That he truly cared.
The alternative was something I was not ready to face.
As I stepped out of the room after showering, I made my way toward the room where Raphael and his friends were gathered.