(RAFFAELE'S POV)
I walk through the quiet hallway of the safehouse, the faint scent of Krystal's perfume guiding me until I reach her door.
I need to reassure her that nothing bad is going to happen. That she doesn't need to feel scared. She shouldn't regret what happened between us.
I don't regret it. Hell, I don't want it to stop.
I want her soft, full lips pressed against mine again. I want her to feel her tits in my hands. I want to see her shake, whimper, and moan when I make love to her. I want to look into those beautiful blue eyes again while I fill her up with my seed.
I've been inside her once, and it wasn't enough. I need more. I need all of her.
I raise my hand to knock on the door, but I pause. Maybe this isn't the right time. After everything, after how Angelo walked in on us… space might be exactly what she needs.
