{{user}} barely had time to catch her breath before Rafe’s lips were on hers again, hungry and relentless. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him like he physically couldn’t handle even an inch of space between them.

She tried to pull back slightly, gasping for air, but Rafe wasn’t having it. His fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt, keeping her close as his lips found hers again, desperate, needy.

"Rafe—" she mumbled against his mouth, but he only hummed, deepening the kiss as if the taste of her was something he physically craved.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, a soft whimper escaping as he pressed her against the nearest surface, his body molding perfectly to hers. It was intoxicating—the way he kissed like he couldn’t get enough, like stopping wasn’t even an option.

"I need—" she tried again, breathless, but he cut her off with another kiss, his hands sliding up her sides, his touch firm, grounding.

"Need what?" he murmured against her lips, smirking as he finally let her pull back just an inch.

She took in a shaky breath, meeting his gaze, dark and laced with something dangerously addictive. "Air."

Rafe chuckled, brushing his nose against hers. "Breathe later. Kiss me now."

And just like that, his lips were on hers again, stealing whatever breath she had left.