"Warning: This chapter contains mature content, including explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you're uncomfortable with smut, please skip to the next chapter."
Without hesitation, Raphael closed the distance, his lips crushing against hers, dominating her mouth as his fingers threaded into her hair, tilting her head back for deeper access.
Nyx moaned into him, her body melting, pressing closer, craving more.
But just as quickly as the kiss deepened, Raphael broke away, leaving her whimpering from the loss.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Already desperate for me?"
Nyx nodded, breathless. "Please…"
His hand ghosted down her body, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist, his voice dark and teasing.
"Say it properly, little one."
Nyx shivered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Sir."
That was all the permission he needed.
Raphael scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to his luxurious, dimly lit playroom. The scent of leather, candles, and faint cologne wrapped around her senses as he laid her on the bed, towering over her.
With agonizing slowness, he removed her clothes, his heated gaze drinking in every inch of her exposed skin.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Nyx bit her lip, her body burning under his scrutiny.
Then came the first touch—his hot mouth trailing down her collarbone, his tongue flicking over her pulse.
She gasped when his lips latched onto her breast, sucking sensually, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud before he gently bit down.
Nyx arched off the bed, a needy moan escaping her lips.
"Fuck, Sir…"
He groaned, his hand slipping lower, fingers teasing her folds, spreading her slickness.
"So wet already," he murmured, his voice laced with approval.
Without warning, he dipped his head between her thighs, his warm breath fanning over her core before his tongue flicked out, tasting her.
Nyx cried out, her fingers gripping his hair, her hips jerking against his mouth.
Raphael held her down, his tongue plunging deeper, lapping, sucking, devouring her like a man starved.
He growled against her, sending vibrations through her, making her body quiver under his touch.
"Sir—! I-I'm close!" she whimpered.
He pulled back just enough to smirk. "Not yet."
Then, he replaced his mouth with his thick length, rubbing it slowly against her, teasing, making her sob in frustration.
"Beg me," he ordered darkly.
Nyx trembled. "Please, Sir… please, I need you inside me."
He groaned, his self-control snapping.
With one slow, deep thrust, he filled her completely, both of them moaning at the sensation.
His pace was slow but intense, each movement dragging pleasure through her body, making her head spin.
As he thrust deeper, harder, his voice dropped into a sinful whisper against her ear.
"You feel perfect around me, Nyx."
She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, marking him in pleasure.
As their breaths mingled, their bodies moving in sync, Raphael picked up the pace, his groans turning into deep, guttural sounds.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he growled.
Nyx was spiraling, her moans turning desperate, her body begging for release.
"S-Sir—"
With one last thrust, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Raphael groaned deeply, his grip tightening on her hips as he followed, his release spilling inside her.
For a moment, they just lay there, tangled together, panting.
Then, before she could even recover, Raphael flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips up.
"You didn't think we were done, did you?"
Nyx's cheeks burned, but she wiggled her hips playfully.
A sharp smack landed on her ass, making her moan.
"Behave," he warned.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered.
But that changed quickly.
As Raphael thrust into her from behind, deeper, harder, his grip possessive, dominant, Nyx let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.
"D-Daddy!"
The moment she said it, Raphael froze.
His grip tightened, his cock throbbing inside her.
"What did you just call me?" he rasped, his voice dangerously low.
Nyx was too lost in pleasure to stop herself. "Daddy—please—more—"
A dark, satisfied growl rumbled from Raphael's chest.
"That's my good girl."
Then, he fucked her mercilessly, his rhythm brutal yet intoxicating, chasing both of their highs.
His hand wrapped around her throat, tilting her head back, his breath hot against her ear.
"Say it again," he ordered.
Nyx moaned brokenly, her body convulsing in pleasure.
"D-Daddy—!"
Her orgasm ripped through her, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Raphael slammed deep one last time, groaning as he released inside her again.
For a long moment, they were nothing but heavy breathing, tangled limbs, and lingering pleasure.
Raphael finally pulled out, his seed dripping from her, and he smirked darkly at the sight.
"Mine," he murmured, pressing a possessive kiss to the back of her neck.
Nyx sighed in satisfaction, utterly spent.
"Always, Daddy."