Thea
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I tried to keep my composure with the last of my strength, but under the searching gaze of those bloody eyes, it became more and more difficult to do it. For a second, it even seemed to me that the color of Raphael's eyes became darker, deeper. It must be all the fault of a trick of the light.
He continued to provoke me with dirty words, and I didn't know where to go from shame and embarrassment. I was angry at him, but his hands were doing some kind of magic with my body, and it refused to obey my mind. Stupid body, it's like it's in cahoots with Raphael, leaving me out.
Each of his touches responded in me with a tremor and a nascent flame. I wanted to be angry, I wanted to hate him, but... I wanted him... even more of his touch. Like last time.
No even more than last time.
I wanted to feel his lips on my skin, and especially on my lips.
My heart was squeezed by the pictures that my imagination and my memories drew.
