His Obession: The Don and the Damsel

Chapter 4 - Leaving so soon?

~Octavia~

Morning comes delicately.

As my eyes flutter open, I am met with the warm glow of sunlight that surrounds the entire room, and for a second, I don't know where I am. The bed beneath me is so soft, it feels like I'm floating on a cloud. The sheets are smooth, cool against my skin, and when I shift slightly, I feel the soreness in my thighs. That's when it all comes rushing back.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I squeeze my eyes shut as the memories from last night flood my mind. Elliot. Cara. The bar... and...

Raphael...

My face immediately heats up as flashes of his hands on my skin, his lips on my neck, and the way he looked at me like I belonged to him, like I was the only woman in the world, all play on repeat. I swallow hard, my heart starting to pound again, but this time for a different reason. I barely even know him, yet I'd let him completely consume me last night. I roll onto my back, careful not to disturb the man still lying beside me. That's when I realise that I'm completely naked and slept this way, curled out to a stranger. But when I glance over at him, my breath catches in my throat. Raphael is lying on his stomach, his head turned toward me. His dark hair is fluffy and messy, his strong back bare above the sheets, and his face looks relaxed in sleep, the sharp edges of his features softened by the morning light.

Even like this, he oozes confidence, and I can't stop myself from staring. What the hell have I done? I shift slightly, grabbing his black button-up shirt, slipping it on before trying to slide out from under the covers without waking him. But the second I move, his eyes flutter open, those deep brown eyes fixing on me instantly as he lets out a deep, hoarse exhale...

"Octavia..." He groans out, his voice rough from sleep, enough to make me lose my senses.

"Uh... g-good morning..." I mumble shyly, but it's already too late... I can already feel the pulsing between my legs.

"Leaving so soon?" He asks, a subtle smirk forming on his lips as he turns onto his side and watches me. My stomach flips, and I freeze, caught like a kid sneaking out of class.

"I didn't mean to wake you..." I mumble quietly.

"You didn't." He answers as he props himself up on one elbow, his gaze sweeping over me with a lazy sort of amusement. "You're a little hard to ignore, though." He answers, and that's when his eyes analyse me for a second time, the glint in his eyes making my heart race with excitement.

I bite my lip, unsure what to say, my body still humming with the aftereffects of last night, but my brain is screaming at me to get out of here before I make things even more complicated. ..

"Uhm... about last night..." I start, my voice trailing off awkwardly. "I-...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-..."

"Octavia." His voice cuts through my rambling, soft but firm. I can hear him call my name all day...

"Don't apologise." He then says softly, and I look at him, a little surprised by his response.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he continues, his gaze holding mine. "In fact, I'd say last night was... pretty perfect." He chuckles lightly, and my cheeks flush at the way he says it, his voice low and filled with a cheekiness that makes my stomach twist.

"Still," I say, still feeling shy about being half naked in front of him.

"I really shouldn't have let things get that far. I was upset... I mean, I shouldn't have kissed you... and I-..."

"Needed someone to make you forget?" He finishes for me, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. I blink, stunned by how easily he reads me, and I hate that he's not wrong.

"Something like that," I mutter. Raphael sits up fully now, the sheet sliding down his torso to reveal more of his toned chest. My eyes betray me and flash over him, and the smirk on his face grows wider when he notices.

"Octavia..." he says softly, his voice dropping an octave, and I'm pretty sure there's now an ocean between my legs.

"You don't need to explain yourself to me. Last night was what it was." He answers, leaning closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "But I don't regret a second of it. Do you?"

I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. Because the truth is, I don't regret it. Not even a little. In fact, if I were to do it all over again, I would.

"I thought so..." he says, his smirk softening into a tender smile. I can't take the intensity in his gaze, so I glance down at the crumpled sheet in my lap.

"I should probably go," I murmur, and Raphael raises an eyebrow.

"Why don't you stay for a little while longer?" I shake my head. "I really can't. I have to get home, shower, figure out my life... I was living with Elliot. Now I'll have to start looking for a place to go." I explain, and for the first time since we started talking, I watch as his expression changes into something else, becoming much more serious.

"I see." I can see that the topic of Elliot makes him jealous, so maybe it's best if I don't mention him.

"Why don't you shower here?" he says casually, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, making me blink at him a few times.

"Here?" I ask him, glancing around the luxurious penthouse.

"Yeah. I'll even make you breakfast." His tone is playful, but the look in his eyes tells me he's serious.

"I don't want to impose-..." I mumble shyly.

"You're not imposing," he cuts in smoothly. "If anything, you'd be doing me a favour. I could use a good excuse to keep you here a little longer." My heart stutters in my chest at his words, but I try to play it off with a nervous laugh.

"You're awfully charming for someone I met less than twelve hours ago." I chuckle lightly.

"I'm glad you find me charming," he says, flashing me a grin that's both cocky and devastatingly attractive. Before I can come up with a response, he reaches for my face, lightly brushing his fingers against my skin.

"Stay, Octavia," he says, his voice soft but insistent.

"Just for a little while longer..." He continues, and I practically melt into his touch as my eyes flutter closed...

"Stop saying my name like that..." I mumble quietly, and that's when his fingers reach the back of my head, gliding into my hair just as he'd massage my head softly.

"Like what..." He answers, his voice now just above a whisper.

"In a way that makes me lose my mind..." I answer him quietly, and that's when I open my eyes and look back at him, watching him stare back at me as if he is completely mesmerised.

"In that case, don't expect me to stop." He answers me, and I bite my lip as I look back at him, wanting more than to just hop back onto top of him and let him have his way with me. But I stop myself and instead sigh deeply, nodding back at him.

"Okay. Just for a little while..." I finally answer him, nodding my head a few times, and I watch as his face lights up as he smiles back at me, eventually letting go of my face...

"Good." He answers, and that's when he begins to climb out of bed, standing completely naked and giving me a full view of his perfect body. And that's when I notice... it...

Staring back at up, up and ready, greeting me with a salute. I nearly gasp, and I'm unable to keep my eyes off of it. I can't believe last night he... and I...

"I-... uh..." I find myself mumbling out loud, completely forgetting where I am.

"You're drooling princess..." He says, and that's when I finally snap out of it, my eyes shooting back up to face him.

"If you want, you can drool all over...-" He begins to say, and I squeal loudly and slap my hands over my face in embarrassment.

"Stop!" I mumble into my hands, my face now hot with embarrassment. I hear his deep chuckle, followed by muffled footsteps and by the time I open my eyes, I see him standing right next to me.

"Come on... let's go shower." He says, and I look up at him with eagerness, gulping slightly as my eyes scan his body momentarily before meeting his eyes once again.

I don't think a shower is the only thing he wants right now...