#ikemen ray

He was standing in the shadows, just outside the room where the party was being held, a grimace etched on his face and a bottle of whiskey in his hand, clearly in his own little world.

“Ray?” you called out softly.

He turned to look at you, his expression softening. “Why aren’t you at your party, Alice?”

“I noticed you weren’t there and...” Ray sighed, sad and soft, distracting your thoughts. “What is it, Ray? Are you mad at me?”

He approached you, standing so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “No, Alice, I’m not mad at you,” he whispered. “But I hate that you’re leaving us, just to go live with that prick. I respect him as the King of Hearts, but you Alice, you deserve so much better.”

Your mouth fell open in shock; Ray had never spoken to you like that before. You took a step back, your body trembling as it hit the wall behind you. “Ray, what has gotten into you?”

Ray closed the distance between the two of you and slammed his palm against the wall, the bottle falling out of his other hand. “Damnit, Alice.” He swallowed nervously, his emerald eyes piercing you. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him questioningly. “What -?”

Ray’s mouth was on yours, swallowing your words and your breath, before you realized you were kissing him back. You wrapped an arm around his neck, practically clinging to him, your traitorous body acting on its own. You knew this was wrong, you were in love with Lancelot, but gosh, this...this just felt right. And so good.

Your lips parted as you moaned softly, his mouth moving along your jawline, leaving a trail of quick kisses until he found your neck. Tilting your head, you bared your neck to the king, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your sensitive skin.

Warmth filled your core as Ray’s hands caressed your body, his touch sending tantalizing tingles down your spine. Wrapping your leg around his waist, you pulled him closer to you, as he slipped a hand under your skirt.

You buried your head in his shoulders, trying to muffle your noises as he inserted a finger deep inside you. Your body already soaked with arousal, Ray slipped another finger inside, teasing you, tempting you.

Dizzy with desire, you reached out for him, your lips hungry for his. His green eyes gazed into yours so tenderly your heart ached. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and unwrapped your leg from his waist.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips, confused as to this change. You gazed back at him, pleadingly. He kissed you, deeply and desperately, his lips lingering, hovering over yours, his breath tickling your skin as he whispered. “I can’t. I love you. I love you so much, I can’t do this to you.”

He left you with one final sweet kiss goodbye, before turning, and walking down the hallway, back to his room.

Reeling in shock and heartache, your body crumpled, slumping to the floor in a puddle. You brought your fingers to your lips, where just moments ago he left his last kiss.

“He loves me...”