"Oh my God, we're going to wake the whole house."

Olivia's whisper was followed by a chuckle in her attempt to stop Rafael from laughing so hard as they walked up the long flight of stairs. She was laughing too. She had had such an amazing night, so amazing that she couldn't still believe it was real and the best part was he made her feel that way.

Meeting Rafael's family was one of the things she was grateful for the whole year, that and finally being together with the man of her dreams. She loved the way she was around him, how happy he always made her feel everyday and the best part was how accepted she felt on the first night with his family.

Okay, Sommadina wasn't entirely welcoming but his dad, Rafael's dad had to be the most adorable father she had ever met. He was such a man of outstanding reputation and a kind smile. Everything about him amazed her and they didn't even get to talk for long. And his brothers, the twins, they were just so nice to her, so sweet and adorable and so was everyone else at the party.

She was at peace in a gathering for the first time in a really long while and it didn't end up with her being pulled into the house and almost beaten to death. She was happy, genuinely happy but she also knew she didn't want to wake Grace up with all that noise they were making.

"Okay." Rafael told her, trying so hard to keep his really cool masculine voice as low as he could as he volunteered to open the door to her room for her.
Walking her to her room was almost like an everyday routine to him. He had gotten so used to it that it had become reflex all of a sudden.

The door to the bedroom opened and Olivia walked in, Rafael tagging along, helping with the lights. It felt so good to be back in her room again the moment the lights came on.
The huge laugh on her mouth was slowly fading now as she managed to throw her purse on the bed.

"You good?" She slowly turned at the sound of Rafael's voice. He had his eyes scanning the room just to make sure everything was fine, right before his eyes settled on her again. Olivia let out a smile and then nodded.

"Alright then." He nodded right back, pulling his sleeves up from his wrist, his silver hublot wristwatch glittering with every move his left hand made. After the long day they both had, the long night, he knew just how much rest they both needed. "I guess I should just change out of these really sweaty clothes." He chuckled tiredly while Olivia just stood right there, looking at him. She watched him draw a deep breath and then rub his perfectly carved brows, turning slowly with a goal of retiring to his bedroom for the night.

"Rafael." Rafael refrained from taking another step the moment he heard her softly call out his name. He turned to her in attempt to know what was up.

He watched her swallow hard on her saliva. She looked extremely nervous as she stared lostly at him climbing down from her block heeled sandals. Rafael narrowed his gaze, trying to guess what was wrong but with the way she looked at him, it didn't look like she needed anything. It didn't look like she wanted him to leave. He turned fully to her just as she bent her head and slowly pulled her hand to her back, reaching the perfect knot that held her halter neck dress from falling off her body. She held on to an end of the white cloth and then pulled it.

Rafael watched her dress slowly fall to the ground, exposing everything that used to be underneath it, everything including her red thong. Rafael swallowed hard as his eyes slowly went from looking at her face, down to her firm breasts and at that moment he stared at her beautiful firm nipples, he felt something different inside him, more like a rise as his eyes narrowed down to her flat belly and small waist and then those thighs, God forgive him but he couldn't help himself from thinking of so many possible ways he was already imagining the night to end. But that wasn't all she wanted him to see.

There were her scars. A short one on her shoulder and a long around her arm, and then an even longer one on her right thigh. They looked more like whip marks that had refused to heal from the time she was married to Andrew or in jail or maybe even before that.

She got used to not wanting them to. She didn't want them to.

They were reminders, reminders of her horrible past and she wanted him to see them. He saw them. Olivia let out a sigh of relief. She couldn't explain how extremely nervous she was especially since he just stood there, staring at her.

She wished she could read the expression on his face. Was it pity or just disgust?
She needed him to say something, anything at all so she didn't have to feel extremely stupid and full of regrets for letting him see her...letting him see that side of her. She wanted him to ask questions if he needed to.

But instead he took a step to her and Olivia swallowed hard, shaking her sweaty palms slowly, her eyes glued to him while his was glued to every part of her body. He took the next step bringing him only a few inches close to her now. He slowly raised his head to meet hers, the frown on his face deepening.

Olivia bit hard on her lips. She just needed him to say what it was on his mind. What he really wanted to. She was ready to hear it.

"You're so beautiful." He told her, almost in a whisper. Olivia let out a relief scoff. It was the first time, the first time anyone had said that to her like that, even though she had not really been with anyone since prison. She felt an invisible brick get lifted off her chest. She had only just had an idea how much she wanted him to really say those words to her at that moment.

Rafael slowly raised his hand to her face, Olivia reached for his warm hands and covered it with her thin hands. She gently pulled it away from her face, down her cheeks, passing it gently through her features until she had managed to pull it down her neck. Rafael followed her all the way with his eyes till she placed his hands on her perky breasts.

She wanted him. She wanted him to know just how much she wanted him, to feel how much every inch of her body was craving for him, for his touch. She wanted him to know she wasn't afraid anymore. She never was. She knew this man in front of her was incapable of hurting her. He loved her.

Olivia let out a tiny gasp when she felt his hand wrap around her breast like he was accepting her invitation. It made them so hard. Rafael leaned closer to her, she closed her eyes slowly as he planted her a soft kiss on her forehead.

Olivia could hear her own heartbeat, she could feel her heart race as the walls in her belly carved in the moment he lowered his lips to the bridge of her pointed nose. She felt a tickle below her abdomen as he planted another kiss on it. Olivia was so still, she clenched her fist as she felt him wrap his hand gently behind her head, his lips slowly sorting hers and the moment it did, Olivia felt a suddenly flow of electricity between them as he kissed her deeply, lowering his arm to her thighs. Olivia wrapped her hands around his neck as he pulled her up from the ground to his hips, still kissing her as hard as he could. She wrapped her legs around him.

Rafael walked his way to the king sized bed and gently placed her on it, his body rubbing gently on hers, his thick muscles tense as they came in contact with her skin, trapping her entire body between his arms. She looked into his eyes,

Why was he stopping?

Rafael drew a deep breath.

"Are you sure?" He just had to ask. He sure as hell wanted it, with all his heart. He wanted her, so badly but he also knew how sensitive she was to the subject, he just loved her so much to make her do something she wasn't ready to do, to make her give something she wasn't ready to give.

Olivia bit her lower lip, a smile spread on her lips as she slowly reached for the first button on his shirt, curving her fingers around it until she took it off, and then moved to the rest until his shirt was wide open, exposing his beautiful build and the thick carve of his chest. She helped him pull the shirt down his arms and he let her. His muscles tensed when he felt her fingers reach for the scar on his arm from the bullet he had taken for her months back. Funny how he always bragged about it just being a scratch, a scratch that turned to a scar in time.

Olivia raised her head to it and then kissed it slowly. That was her answer. She wanted him, and she wanted him at that moment. She kissed every part of him until her lips found his, she kissed him and he accepted it, gently pushing her back to the bed and pinning her on it as she fastened his belt and zip off his trousers. She felt his genitals rise on hers. He was hard, she was already doing so much to him than she could imagine.

Olivia held her breath, taking a handful  of the sheets in her fist as she felt his warm lips on her hard nipples, circling his tongue around them one after the other while he caressed the other gently. She felt him kiss his way down her breasts to her belly button, his fingers tickling down her arm. Olivia could feel her breathing fasten the moment he pinned her hands to the bed, wrapping his fingers around hers, shivering under his touch. She knew what was coming next and the moment he slowly went inside her, Olivia let out a sharp gasp, and when he went in again, it was heaven on earth. It was exactly as she had hoped it was going to be; every stroke, every second, he was making it one to remember. She wanted him to take her, she wanted him in the depth of her. She felt his fingers held on tighter to hers, moaning softly as he went in and out of her. It was like he knew her body with the way he was doing exactly what she wanted him to, hitting the right spots, being as gentle as he could.

His breathing fast and even faster with every stroke, kissing her deeply, it was exactly as she wanted, exactly as she had dreamt it would be. She didn't want him to stop, she wanted him to keep going, her thighs were probably going to hurt a lot in the morning but at that point, she knew she could care less. He was taking her there, to her climax and she wanted all of it, all of him.

"Rafael," she called out his name in a soft moan followed by soft gasps.

She tightened her grip on his fingers.

"Rafael."