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<div style="text-align: right">aven miller<br/>
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<i>I want you so bad, Aven.</i> The cut in her heart seared. Hearing him say it, admit it <i>ached</i> because she’d wanted to hear him tell her he did for so long. She loved her name on his lips and she was seconds away from pleading him to say her name again. His forehead lightly bumped against hers, her nose brushing against his as their mouths roved over, but didn’t touch. She could feel the lines on his lips, practically taste him with how close they were. It was maddening. <i>He</i> was maddening. But no protest met him when his hand secured her face in a position close to his own and his mouth swooped down to take her lips in a swirl of knotted frenzy.<br/>
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 Aven's shaky fingers curled around the shoulder of Rafael's shirt, the other one slipping into the thick tresses of his dark hair. Her lips met his desperately - melded with his til there wasn't even a moment's space separating them. His mouth was familiar, warm, and so fucking addicting that Aven didn't know how she hadn't kissed him the second she saw him walk through the restaurant doors. Her one leg wrapped around his waist tightly, lower back digging against the kitchen counter just as she lightly bit at his bottom lip, encouraging him to open up for her. She wanted to tangle her tongue with his - taste him as reflectively as she did the different combinations of flavors they'd explored together in the kitchen. Rafael pulled away too soon. Her chin tilted up to chase his mouth until Rafael's lips slid over her elongated, creamy neck.<br/>
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 "Rafael...fuck," she whispered, dragging her nails down the length of his back, hips flicking upward. It met the hard bulge covered underneath his jeans and a gasp tore from her lips at the sensation. She rocked herself against him, gyrating her soaked, covered center against his evident length. Aven needed Rafael to fuck her. No one else could satisfy her the way he could. She tilted her chin back to give him more access, the pricks of his stubble tracing down her creamy throat harshly. She urged him closer, practically clawing at his shirt with her tingling hands and racing heart until the urge to feel his skin on hers washed over her. <br/>
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While Rafael made hurried love to her neck, Aven's hand slipped over the band of his jeans, slender fingers slipping under the shirt he wore to touch the taut, muscled skin underneath. She exhaled harshly just as Rafael told her that he couldn't stop and pinned her up against the counter. She unfurled her legs for him, giving him space to come right between her.  "I don't want you to stop, Rafael," A throaty moan swept out of her lips when his hot breath warmed over her delicate ear. Her nails lightly dragged down his toned stomach, peeking up at him through her thick, inky lashes - deceptively sweet despite what they were doing. "I want you to fuck me,"<br/>
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His kisses were trailing lower - down the column of her throat, down her collarbone, the sweet spot between the valley of her breasts until he was on his knees for her, gazing up at her with his brilliant eyes and a mischievous smile.<br/>
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"But I like it when you beg for me," Aven quipped back instinctively, matching the cunning look in his eyes with her own. Still, the anticipation, the <i>excitement</i> of having him on his knees for her, to pleasure her, had Aven spreading her legs wide open for him. Her fingers hooked over the band of her jeans and she shoved them off. It was taking too long - her fingers ricketing too hard, breath too labored. Frustrated, a noise left the back of Aven's throat before she leaned down to kiss Rafael again harshly, sucking on his bottom lip off just as she got the rest of her jeans off. "Touch me. Please touch me,"</div>