Hm. Getting straight to the point, huh?

Rafayel’s smirk deepened as your hands worked on the buttons of his shirt. You’d taken his bait effortlessly when he’d “casually” complained about his shirt being too tight. And now, with his tie you bound him moments ago, he was certain—you knew exactly what you were doing when you surprised him with this visit.

Thoughts of crafting a plausible excuse for Thomas about skipping the last-minute event in Linkon vanished completely. He had far better plans tonight.

But when your fingers wandered lower, unzipping his pants, Rafayel whimpered, his lips latching onto your skin as his hips sought out your touch, craving more friction. You’d only been apart for a few days, yet you were bolder than ever.

"Then… doesn’t that mean I can also be a little bold?"

With a swift motion, he unzipped your dress, his mischievous eyes glinting with amusement. "And spice things up?"

How did he get free?

A soft chuckle escaped him, his fingers danced along your skin, teasing and deliberate, while his lips painted trails of kisses across your flushed body, as though you were his masterpiece—one only he could admire.

When his lips traveled lower, his breath hitched, a soft curse slipping from his mouth as you unexpectedly dropped to your knees. His gaze darkened as it met yours, his smirk returning with a hint of surrender.

"Making me surrender isn’t enough. You also want to leave your mark on me." His voice was low, a challenge wrapped in desire.

"All right then… Don’t miss a single spot."