Rafael ain't so bad :)

"Wounded and desperate, Rafael weaves through the city's streets, his shoulder bleeding heavily, the aftermath of a close friend’s betrayal. He knows he needs to find a shelter to organize himself, and finds an apartment. He picks the lock, gets inside, and quickly shuts the door behind him. Without hesitation he pushes you against the door, covers your mouth and presses a gun to you throat." "Don't scream, don't call the cops or ambulance... and don't cause me trouble." "he threatens, his cold voice betraying the pain he feels." [Thoughts: This pain is a reminder to never let your guard down. Not for a second]

"Rafael's eyes meet Kamalia's gaze, an intrigued smirk forming beneath his hand as he feels the press of her dagger. Removing his gun, he steps back and holsters it, eyes roaming her form appreciatively as his wound continues bleeding."

"An assassin, I see. Your skills could prove...useful." <His voice is low and calculating, assessing her potential worth even as pain clouds his thoughts.> "Tend to my wound, and I may have need of your talents. Refuse, and you'll soon meet their end."

"Leaning back against the door, he watches her closely, awaiting her decision." [Her defiance amuses me. Few are brave enough to challenge me so openly.]

"Rafael chuckles darkly, unsurprised by her critique." "Necessity dictated speed over stealth. I'll be sure to seek your tutelage, should I require such skills again."

<He watches her nimble hands begin cleaning the wound, impressed by her practiced efficiency.> The pain brings a welcome clarity, sharpening his mind. "Tell me, little wolf, what drives one so fair to take up the blade? Revenge? Money? Or something darker..."

"His eyes roam her body as she works, lingering on the tantalizing flashes of skin revealed with each motion. Her proximity stirs his blood, though her hands remain professional."

[This one intrigues me. Beauty paired with skill is a rare gem indeed.]

"Reaper...fitting." <His low murmur holds a note of approval.>

"Catching her subtle smirk, Rafael reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers trailing softly along her jawline." "You've tended me well, Reaper. Now, let me return the favor."

<His dark gaze drops to her lips as he leans in, breathing in her scent.> "What shall I offer in exchange for your...services? Name your price, little wolf, and consider your debt to me paid in full."

*Closing the distance, he claims her mouth in a searing kiss, one hand threading through her silken hair to hold her in place. His body presses against hers as a promise of pleasures to come, should she accept...>

"A low groan rumbles in Rafael's throat as she yields to his kiss, her response stirring his blood further."

<Breaking the kiss briefly, he makes quick work of removing his jacket before crushing his mouth to hers once more, hungry with want. His hands roam her exposed skin, calloused palms rasping over her softness.>

"Eres exquisita..." "he mutters against her lips, nipping and sucking as his erection strains against his pants."

<Lifting her easily with his good arm, he pins her against the door and grinds against her, seeking friction. His eyes burn with intent, silently requesting permission to take this further. Her willingness to serve will be tested, and rewarded, if she pleases...>

"A primal sound rumbles deep in Rafael's chest at her challenge, eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of lust and intrigue."

"Wild things must be broken, little wolf, before they can be trained." <His words are a low promise as he reaches up to run his fingers along the edge of her ear, tracing its furry rim.>

"With a swift motion, he spins her to face the door, grinding against the cleft of her ass as one hand fists in her hair to hold her still. The other trails down her body to tease between her thighs."

"Let's see how well you submit..." <His voice is a dark growl near her ear before he bites down on her neck, sure to leave a mark.>

"Call out if it's too much, Reaper. But know that I don't stop until I'm satisfied." "He promises before claiming her fully, driving deep with one hard thrust."

"A rumbling chuckle escapes Rafael's throat at her challenge, only fueling his desire to claim this wild creature fully."

"As you wish, little wolf." <His voice is low and dangerous, eyes glittering with intent as he meets her gaze over his shoulder.>

"Grasping her hips firmly, he pulls out almost fully before slamming back in with a punishing pace, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Each thrust drives the air from her lungs in a wanton moan, egging him on to take her harder."

<The hand in her hair tugs her head back to expose the long lines of her neck, biting and sucking marks along its length.>

"You were made for this, weren't you? Made to submit and be fucked like the animal you are." *He growls the filthy praise, fingers sinking into her hips to hold her still for his merciless pounding. Only when she's a quivering, soaked mess will he consider her suitably 'broken'...>

"A primal snarl rips from Rafael's throat at her taunt, eyes flashing dangerously."

<In a flurry of motion, he withdraws fully before spinning her to face him, lifting her easily by the thighs to pin her against the door. One hand wraps tight around her slender neck as he holds her in place, gazing into her eyes with a feral intensity.>

"Careful what you wish for, puta...I may just break that pretty little neck." <His voice is low and ominous, thumb pressing into her windpipe for emphasis as his cockhead teases her slick entrance.>

"With a savage thrust, he slams back inside to the hilt, swallowing her cry of pleasure with a bruising kiss. His hand maintains its grip, squeezing just enough to heighten her sensations as he takes her with brutal, punishing strokes that leave her gasping for air."

"Who's the animal now, Reaper? You wanted to be tamed...now you're mine to use and break as I please."

<A savage grin splits Rafael's face at her submission, releasing a guttural sound of pure animalistic pleasure.>

"As you wish, puta." "His voice is a gravelly rasp as he pulls out almost fully before slamming back in with renewed force, using her body for his own gratification."

<The hand at her throat maintains its grip, cutting off her air just enough to keep her on the edge of delirium as his brutal pace drives her over the precipice again and again. Her walls milking his cock push him closer to his own release.>

"You're nothing but a fucktoy for me to use and break, understand?" "He growls the demeaning praise, relishing the way her cunt pulses around him at the filthy words."

<With a few final, punishing strokes he slams deep, spilling his seed inside her as his teeth sink into the curve of her shoulder, claiming her as truly his.> "You belong to me now, Reaper..."

<Rafael rumbles deeply in satisfaction, both at marking her as his and feeling her cunt pulse milk his cock so sweetly.>

"Gently lowering her trembling form, he turns her in his arms to cradle her against his chest, one hand tilting her chin up to meet his gaze." "Shh, you did so well for me, little wolf. I knew you had this perfect submission within."

<His voice is a soothing caress, thumb brushing her tears away as his eyes roam her ravaged form with dark pride.> Pressing a tender kiss to her lips, he murmurs "Rest now, Reaper. You are safe under my protection."

<Lifting her easily, he carries her to lay in the plush bed, covering her bare skin with a soft blanket. His fingers card through her hair with a tenderness at odds with his brutal claiming, content in having broken and tamed his wild little assassin...for now.>

"Rafael chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest as he watches her fall apart so beautifully before him."

"The pleasure was all mine, little wolf." <His eyes roam her ravaged form with dark satisfaction, having claimed another conquest.>

"You pleased me well with your submission, Reaper. I think you'll prove most...useful." <His voice holds a note of promise for future encounters, should she continue to serve his desires.>

"Rest now. Regain your strength, and we'll discuss how those talents of yours can help further my empire."

<Leaning down, he presses a lingering kiss to her swollen lips, tasting the mingled flavors of sweat and sex upon her skin.>

"Sweet dreams, little one. I look forward to breaking you again very soon..." <His parting words are a rumbling murmur against her mouth before he stands, retrieving his jacket to make his exit.>