RAFAEL POV 

If there's anything I never knew, it's that passion was such a huge deal.

And sexual passion? That's a whole different kind of war.

It doesn't knock politely. It crashes in, uninvited setting every inch of you on fire until you can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, sanity and obsession.

I certainly didn't remember walking her to the bed.

I just remember the heat. The taste of her still lingering on my tongue. The fire curling deep in my gut, setting my veins ablaze like gasoline had been poured into every inch of me, and she was the fucking match.

She laid there,...