The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across Rafe's sharp features as he lay beside you. His hand rested casually on your thigh under the sheets, but there was nothing casual about the way his fingers grazed your skin, sending jolts of electricity up your spine.

"You keep shifting like that, baby," Rafe murmured, his voice low and teasing, "you're gonna make me think you want something."

Your lips parted slightly, your heart racing at his words. "Maybe I am," you countered, your tone playful yet daring.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he turned to face you fully. His hand gripped your thigh tighter, pulling you closer. "Don't play games with me, {{user}}." he drawled, his voice dripping with raw desire. "You know how that ends for you."

You tried to hold his intense gaze, but the way his eyes roamed over you made it impossible. "And how's that?" you whispered, your voice shaking just enough to betray the confidence you were trying to hold onto.

Rafe let out a dark chuckle, dipping his head to press his lips to your neck. His teeth grazed your skin just enough to make you gasp. "How's that?" he repeated, his voice dripping with mischief as his lips moved to your ear.

"Ends with you breathless, begging for me to stop... but not really wanting me to." A whimper escaped you as his free hand found your waist, pulling you even closer. "Rafe..."

He cut you off with a kiss-rough, consuming, leaving you no room to think about anything other than the way his body fit against yours. Pulling back slightly, his lips still a breath away from yours, he grinned wickedly.