The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. Luna stood near the window in Raphael’s room, looking out at the quiet night. Her heart beat faster than she wanted to admit, especially with him standing just a few feet away.
Raphael was leaning against the door, his arms crossed as he watched her. There was something in his eyes-something intense and captivating. He stepped forward slowly, his footsteps soft against the floor.
“Why are you so quiet, Luna?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Luna turned, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “I was just… thinking,” she said softly.
Raphael smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thinking about me?”
Her cheeks turned red, and she quickly looked away. “No,” she mumbled, though her tone wasn’t convincing.
Raphael closed the distance between them in just a few steps, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, gently lifting her chin with his fingers so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Are you sure about that?” he murmured, his voice deeper now.
Luna’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to step back, but her back hit the wall. “Raphael,” she whispered, unsure of what to say.
He leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
Luna placed her hands on his chest, trying to create some space between them. But her touch only seemed to encourage him.
“Raphael, I-”
“Shh,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over her lips. “Let me…”
Before she could respond, his lips were on hers. The kiss was slow at first, gentle, as if he was testing her reaction. Luna’s hands trembled against his chest, but she didn’t push him away.
Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her eyes fluttering shut as the kiss deepened. Raphael’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as he pressed her gently against the wall.
Luna let out a soft “hmm,” her fingers curling into his shirt as the heat between them grew. Raphael’s lips were warm and firm, moving against hers with a tenderness she hadn’t expected.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath. “You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted,” he said softly, his eyes dark with emotion.
Luna opened her mouth to speak, but Raphael didn’t give her the chance. He kissed her again, this time more urgently. His hands slid down to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Luna gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck for balance.
Her back was pressed against the wall, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She buried her fingers in his hair, the silky strands slipping between her fingers as their kisses grew more passionate.
“Raphael,” she whispered against his lips, her voice barely audible.
“Hmm?” he murmured, his lips moving to her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made her shiver.
“I…” Luna couldn’t finish her sentence. The way he held her, the way he kissed her, left her breathless.
Raphael carried her to the bed, his movements careful but deliberate. He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers. Luna looked up at him, her heart pounding as he trapped her between his strong thighs.
He stared down at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. “Tell me to stop, Luna,” he said, his voice rough but tender. “If you don’t want this, I’ll stop.”
Luna reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.
Raphael’s lips curled into a small smile as he leaned down, kissing her again. This time, the kiss was slower, filled with emotion. Luna’s hands roamed over his back, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “You’re driving me crazy,” he admitted, his voice a mix of frustration and affection.
Luna laughed softly, her cheeks still flushed. “You’re the one pinning me to the bed,” she teased.
Raphael chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Fair point,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But can you blame me? You’re irresistible.”
Luna’s face turned even redder, and she looked away, embarrassed. “Stop saying things like that,” she mumbled.
“Why?” Raphael asked, tilting her chin so she had to look at him again. “Does it make you nervous?”
“A little,” she admitted, biting her lower lip.
Raphael smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I like making you nervous,” he said softly. “It’s adorable.”
Luna rolled her eyes playfully, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re impossible, Raphael.”
“And you love it,” he teased, brushing his nose against hers.
Luna let out a small laugh, her hands resting on his chest. “Maybe,” she said softly.
Raphael leaned down again, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “You mean everything to me, Luna,” he whispered.
Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up to cup his face. “You mean a lot to me too,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the rest of the world fading away.