Natalie’s POV
Every time Rafael touched me, I felt weak. Even though I felt that I was holding the world in between my hands. That I touched the stars, touched the happiness itself.
How can a person be your weakness and powerness at the same time? That was exactly what I was feeling for him.
I was drawning in him, melted by his touches and kisses. His tounge was drawing a map on my body. I forgot I was on the conference table and it might be someone barge in at any minute.
All I was thinking was that this wasn’t enough. I wanted more. More of him. I wanted him to dive inside me. To feel him in. My hands volunteraly started trying to take off his trousers belt. Ignoring his whispers about we cannot do that now.
As I touched his belt, he froze. He held my hands tightly above my head a
