Rafael's POV
Yeah. This was how she tasted. This was how she smelled.
Soft, fluffy, salty-sweet like dough, musky with jasmine. Her. Her arousal. Her slick-warmed skin. It was only her taste and scent, and it already wrecked me.
I worshipped every part of her body, but in the deepest, darkest part of my mind, her breasts were what kept me addicted.
Even if I was not licking or sucking her hardened nipples like now, I could just bury my face there, inhale her softness, and feel so damn at ease I could fall asleep on her chest.
It felt like home. An anchor.
Something that made my heart slam hard, almost painfully, like a heart attack waiting to happen. It went far beyond arousal.
Because if it was not hers, I did not care.
I could not even get hard. She was the only one who could do this to me.
The only one who could flip my logic upside down and make me bend every rule I had lived by.
She was my ultimate obsession. I needed her whole just to feel alive.
