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...