doggiearedpuppi

Damn it all to hell, why is Rafayel looking like a kicked puppy? You were weak to his pretty face as it was, and him looking all devastated is seriously weakening your resolve to escape.

You reflexively pull back your hand but with a surprising amount of strength, he yanks you forward instead.

Your eyes widen. You are on top of Rafayel. Hell, you are literally plastered on top of him. Rafayel had fallen backwards onto the couch and taken you with him— your bodies splayed haphazardly over the couch’s length, his back propped up by an armrest.

“I’ve been waiting,” he murmurs. “I’ve always been waiting.”

“Just one…”

The first kiss is deceptively hesitant, a soft press of his lips against yours.

“My genie is here, isn’t he?” you grin.

“Your Highness…” The way he rasps out the word causes your stomach to flutter. “This isn’t… sleeping,” he ends weakly.

You tug his hand toward yourself, flipping his hand so his palm can cup your breast.

Next time, princess, you’ll be screaming my name.

“Of you?” You feign ignorance, tapping your chin. “I guess I wouldn’t mind a harem…”

He narrows his eyes. “Of my supposed fan girls.”