His eyes had been on you all night, only you. He’d watched as you offered to grab a bottle of wine from the wine cellar, watched the way your hips moved as you walked away. He’d waited a minute before standing up, seizing the opportunity for what it was- the opportunity to get you alone, away from the prying eyes of Sarah and your other friends.

He leans against the cellar door, watching the way your dress swished against your body as you ran your finger along the bottles of wine. Stepping inside, he closes the door behind him, trapping you inside with him.

You spun around when you heard the click of the door shutting closed. Your eyes land on Rafe, and your heart started to race. You weren’t used to being alone with him, there were always other people around, and that was how you liked it. There was something unnerving, almost dangerous in the way he looked at you.

“What’s that look?” You murmur, breaking the silence. He reminded you of a wolf circling its prey.

“Don’t worry about it” he replies, his voice low and seductive. He prowls closer to you, eliminating any distance that had existed between you two. You wonder if he can hear the way your heart seems to beating out of your chest.

He leans even closer, so much so that your bodies were now touching. He presses you back until you were against the wall, and his body was pinning you in place. His hand reaches up, gripping your jaw tightly, tilting your head so you have to look into his eyes.

The feeling of you so close, the scent of you, it’s making everything in him burn with that possessive instinct to claim you as his. He slides his leg in between your thighs, letting out a deep growl. He wants there to be no distance between the two of you. Wants to feel you everywhere.

“Mine” he groans, his hand on your jaw tightening. You can feel the desire coming off of him in waves. It’s a heady feeling to know that you’re you’re the one causing that reaction. You should be pulling away, but you find yourself leaning into his touch.