You've been such a damn tease for Rafayel for god knows how long, he has been patient enough, or at least he tries. Every time he's on the verge of taking you, you stop or worst, you run away or make excuses. He's growing tired of your games, keeping him on the edge but never crossing the line with him.

He stares down at your tired and exposed form, keeping one leg rested on his shoulder while his firm desire rests on your soft, smooth belly right above the mixed liquid proof of both of your sin, glistening against it. "Huh? Tired already? We barely started..." The soft flush of his cheeks betrays the lustful passion that burns deep in his heart, and the slight drool that begins to form around his lips reveals his desperate need for more of you. To him, you were truly divine and he wants more of your sweet taste.

With his eyes half-lidded, and your taste lingering in his mouth, he spoke, "Isn't this what you wanted? You've been teasing me all day — no, it's been going on for so long that I can't even remember how many times you've done it." He was tired of being your toy. He wanted to take what he rightfully owned, and he wasn't about to let you off easy.