17.

**Raphael**



Widely staring up at me, her entire body still trembled in the aftershock, too shocked to even react, her glistening skin all flustered.
I smirked, looking at her generally disheveled state, admiring my handiwork, the very painful bulge in my pants still giving me a hard time restraining myself, her lingering scent on my body making me want to simply rip that tiny dress off of her and have my wicked ways with her.

Oh how truly entertaining that would be…

Giving her one last glance, I then quickly turned around and walked away, leaving to her lone, shocked self, fearing that if I would gaze upon her sexy curves and smell her maddeningly addictive scent for just a second longer I would totally lose it and take her fast and hard, right then and there.

Damnit brother...What kind of lethal creature have you created?

Quickly entering the bathroom, I then slammed the door shut behind me, discarding my clothes like they were on fire, hurrying to rid myself of that euphoric drug that was her scent before I did something definitely against my better judgment.

Turning on the cold, freezing water I then stepped inside, taking long, deep breaths as I rested my forehead against the pure white tiles, the cold rivulets running down my bare back seeming to have zero effect as I could still feel that dark, burning desire still running inside me like a freaking disease.

Damn...fuck this.

Taking another deep breath, I closed my eyes, finding myself doing the one nasty thing I never thought I would.
With the sounds of her sexy mewls still ringing in my ears and the mental images of her little body trembling against mine I tightly gripped myself, my hand slowly sliding up and down, after only a few strokes finding myself absolutely crazy with pure, animalistic lust, my other fist violently colliding against the tiled wall, creating a relatively big gap.

Look at me...Jerking myself off like some mentally ill, obsessed pervert...

Fuck...What kind of twisted, fucked-up poison is running through that little body of hers?

Forcing myself to stand in place and not go back and simply ravish her, I pumped myself a few more times, going a little faster, until my whole body shook as I finally found my release, breathing fast and hard, yet still not entirely sated.

Fuck...This little hybrid is definitely going to be the end of me.



**Daya**



Sitting on the hard wooden floor, I’ve been staring at the same, empty picture frame for what seemed like hours, those sinful images repeating themselves over and over again in my mind, the ghostly sensation of his hard body against mine still lingering on my skin like a potent perfume, making it hard for me to recover, let alone forget.

Hearing a door slam, I instantly jumped in fright, instinctually wrapping my arms around myself, warily watching how he angrily stomped through the spacious room, wearing a different set of clothes, not even sparing me a single glance.
Sprouting those lush, ebony black wings, he then jumped over the balcony railing, finally finding myself left in peace to my lone, conflicted self.

Exhaling a long, audible breath I then rose up to my feet, walking straight towards the bathroom, intending to rid myself of those damp clothes and take a nice warm shower.

Only once I turned on the water and stepped inside, my gaze landed on the relatively big crater on the opposite wall, a few pieces of shattered tiles and concrete still lying on the floor.

Wow...What happened in here?

My lips escaped a small giggle as I imagined him repeatedly banging his head against the wall, lightly shaking my head at those silly thoughts, only to suddenly have them replaced with some very embarrassing ones as I ultimately realized he’d been right in here, probably in the exact same spot I now was.
My cheeks practically burst into flames as the image of his naked torso flashed before my eyes, my traitorous mind only completing that picture, giving me a full mental view of how he could be possibly looking like, completely nude.

Holy gods.

My heart instantly started slamming wildly against my chest, the memory of what he did to me only a few hours ago coming rushing to my mind, once again creating that ghostly sensation of pooling heat somewhere at the far bottom of my stomach.

No. I have to stop this!

Forcing myself to rid my mind of that specific memory, I hurried to get out and dress myself as soon as possible, the mere thought of feeling so drawn to him making me feel so...scared...

No...I can’t allow myself to feel anything towards him...he’s nothing but a cruel monster who only wants to use me!

Putting on the largest, most comfortable pair of sweatpants and hoodie I could find -to cover as much skin as possible, obviously- I then jumped and curled myself in a fetal position in the large bed, hugging the sheets close to my chest as I slowly drifted away, falling into a deep slumber.

The soothing, comforting sensation of warmth engulfing my entire body made me escape a soft sigh, like a small kitten snuggling myself even closer against its source, almost failing to hear the soft whisper in my ears as I drifted further away in the dark abyss...

*“I was never going to hurt you...I don’t even think I can...”*