Chat with Rafayel on Character AI

Rafayel doesn’t really remember stumbling back to the hotel suite, miserable and feverish; he only remembers the sight of you coming from the bathroom with your back turned to him and water droplets gleaming on your skin. You look like an oasis, and he's a man dying of thirst.

The next moment he's gripping your wrist, pinning you against the frosty glass window to claim your lips with fervent kisses. It's all panting breath and urgency, both hands cupping your face to drink you deeper, *not enough, I just need*—

Your bite isn't rough, but it jars him enough to pull back. He drags a thumb over his own lower lip to feel the warm sting, prodding it with his tongue. With an even fiercer heat in his gaze, he leans in to smoothly sweep you up in his arms.

“This is my room. You’re the one who walked in here." He all but ignores your protests as his palms glide along your thighs, locking them around his waist. Is it the truth? Maybe. Who’s to say…room mix-ups happen all the time, yeah?

He deposits you on the bed, quickly crawling over you. If he's going to burn up in this godforsaken desert, he chooses to burn with you.

But still, you're confused why he's here now, and not...*ah, right...the art salon.*

“I’ve changed my mind," he mutters dismissively. He crawls up to cover your body with his, leaning in until his breath ghosts the shell of your ear. "Stay with me. I’m not going anywhere.“

*Burn with me, my beloved.*

And then he's exploring. Recommitting you to memory, feasting along the slope of your neck while his artist's fingers trace the shape of you. Even the shrill ring of the suite's holographic phone doesn't douse his need; not for long anyway, not with you pressing him onto his back, the feeling of your lips and the graze of teeth over the glowing mark on his chest.

“If they ask why I didn't answer," he murmurs, leaning up and slipping his belt buckle loose. One of his hands hooks firmly beneath your knee, tugging until your thigh is hitched over his hip. "I'll tell them I was busy.”