#raphaim

"You call a past lover an 'old flame'." His apple-gold eyes were more chilling than beautiful, his face carved out of nothing earthly. "For Rephaim, it takes a long time for a flame to catch. But once it burns, it cannot go out."

My arms are around his neck, my fingers in his hair. I can’t get enough. He presses me against the wall, his hand grazing my side to my hip. His lips are hungrier now. As are mine. We only break apart for air, and then Rafa is nuzzling my neck, even the hellion scar near my collarbone. I make the smallest sound of pleasure and his mouth covers mine again. He pulls me to him and walks me backwards into his room, kissing me the whole way.