Raphael
How many nights had I spent alone in some random hotel penthouse, dreaming about this?
Sweet, calm, quiet, patient, Bethany; always the good girl. The one who wore hand-made clothes with high collars and long skirts, babysit all the church kids for free, and baked cookies for the homeless.
What no one realized was that in private, when she was turned on by the right man, she was an absolute vixen. It was like everything that she kept carefully controlled and restrained was set loose. The cage door was opened, and the wildcat was freed. Her grey eyes blazed with something primal and powerful as she impatiently tugged my ruined shirt off my shoulders, and then ran her fingers over my chest. She hummed in satisfaction as her fingernails traced the indentations of my muscles……
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