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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He felt the sharp tug of his shirt draw him close to her. His hand came against her hip bones digging into the flesh in an attempt to fuse them together. He saw his Aven in that moment, the wild vixen with burning brown eyes, smothering him in a sweet cocoon of honey that he didn’t want to be let out of. Rafael watched as her expression turned pained with each push and fight of her desires. But the more that battle within Aven wore on, the weaker it became. His jeans tightened as he watched her crash, falling high from the pedestal she had built in his absence — this new life created with Sebastian and a whole new career  in hopes it would block out their past. Unknowingly his own ego hung on the line. Or perhaps there was musty a shadow of cowardice as he’d hoped that Aven cracking would give him reason to be absolved of his relapse. In reality, they both were sinners and no matter what Danielle chose to see or believe, he too was a villain. <br/>
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<i>"I want you.”</i><br/>
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The sound in his throat was animalistic, a mixture of a chopped and screwed growl and as she tickled the belly of the beast within him. His eyes closed and he brushed his forehead against Aven’s, both hands now in her hips and flexing her lower frame against his own. “I want you,” he choked out finally. “I want you so bad Aven.” His chest rose and fell quickly as he struggled to catch his breath. His hands shook as they came up to grip the side of her face to keep her still. “Aven,” he whispered against her lips before finally leaning in to apply pressure to his kiss. For a moment Rafael trembled uncontrollably, like an addict he drank Aven in — suckling on her lips as he would the lip of a glass of whiskey. He shook as though there was something incredibly powerful that he couldn’t control — he didn’t want to. No, not anymore. <br/>
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He’d made love to Aven plenty of times, but he could only recall this feeling once. He and Danielle had gotten into one of the worst fights of their relationship and he was so sure he would leave her. Every promise he made to Aven would be kept and that night he’d fucked her — desperate and needy for every inch of her. He’d come to possess her spirit and her body, forever tying them as one as he said I love you in her ear over and over again. <br/>
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Rafael bumped against Aven, his hands now drawing against the length of her curves, clumsily relearning the map of her body as he grew harder. He was screaming for her to change her mouth, even though his lips never did open. Instead they drew wet kisses along her jaw until he reached her neck, the soft hairs of her blonde waves ticklish against his nose. “I can’t — I can’t stop if I go on,” he warned. His breath was hot against her ear, sticky even as he possessed her earlobe in his mouth. The pressures of his length constricting within his jeans made him whimper. Yet all he could think about was her voice. <br/>
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<i>"I want you.”<br/>
"I want you.”<br/>
"I want you.”</i><br/>
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Rafael could fight himself no more. He gripped her thighs and lifted her against the counter, going for her lips now in a harried kiss as though she’d disappear. His hands roamed up her shirt to grope where he could, push in nagger further to the edge. He was done playing nice. Done denying himself. Rafael kissed lower and lower until he came to his knees and he stared up at Aven finally, with a tender sincerity before he gave her that familiar wicked smile. <br/>
“Don’t make me beg.”</span></div>