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Noelle couldn’t bear it any longer. Shutting the tablet off, she slipped from the bed, putting on her shoes. She didn’t even bother to change from her nightgown as she dashed out of her room.
“Noelle?” Lucero’s voice stopped her just as she was about to exit her apartment.
“He needs me,” she whispered, turning towards her friend. “He needs me, Lulu and he’s hurting because of it.”
She didn’t say anything more—she didn’t need to. Lucero saw the agony in her features and gave her a slow nod. It was all Noelle needed to proceed, hurrying out.
She ran towards the facility with as much speed as her short legs could muster. The guards looked at her funnily, but they didn’t comment as they let her inside. She didn’t even stop by her office, going straight to his room.
She fumbled with the key before opening the door and entering.
Just like she’d seen in the video, he was still on the floor, bloody and screaming her name at the top of his lungs.
“Raf?” she uttered his name tentatively, her heart clenching in her chest at the sight of him. God, she’d done that. She’d deprived him of her presence and now he was suffering because of it.
“Noelle?” He turned, his voice groggy, his eyes bloodshot. There was blood streaked through his blond hair, some of it coursing down his face. His arms, too, were both bloody, and she could make out the faint trace left behind by nails. In the absence of anything to hurt himself with, he’d resorted to his own hands, tearing at his skin.
It broke her heart.
It. Broke. Her. Heart.
She barely took a step inside the room before he was on her, grabbing her and hugging her to his chest.
“You’re here. You’re here. You’re fucking here,” he uttered in a crazed voice as he tightened his hold on her.
“I’m here,” she whispered, unable to find another response. What could she even say? That she’d decided to stop coming because she felt guilty about taking advantage of him? But how could she even call it that when she could see hewantedher—no, heneededher. “I’m sorry. I’m here,” she repeated, stroking his cheeks.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she regarded the damage he’d done to himself, and she physically hurt for him andwithhim.
“Thank God.” He released a deep breath. “I thought… I thought you were just a figment of my imagination,” he said, stunning her with his confession. “That I’d dreamed you up; that you weren’t real. But you are. So real,” he murmured huskily as his hands skimmed down her body. “So real and mine, aren’t you?”
He didn’t seem concerned with the blood leaking from his various wounds. He was looking at her as if she was the sole reason for his existence.
“Yes,” Noelle answered breathlessly.
Before she knew what was happening, his hands were pulling at her gown—with so much strength the material snapped. He simply tore the dress off of her in his attempt to get her naked, his eyes reverently watching her.
“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Noelle was stunned by his actions, but she didn’t refuse or rebuke him. She simply let him do whatever he wanted to her—whatever his instincts told him to.
Rubbing his forehead against her stomach, he smeared the blood from his wounds all over her body.
“You’re mine,” he rasped. “You’re fucking mine and no one else’s.”
“You know I am, Raf. I’ll nevernotbe yours,” she told him, love shining in her voice.
God, but how she loved this man. So much so her reason fled from her altogether, with all her guilt and what little morality she had left. She only knew she needed this moment as much as he did—maybe more.
His lips were on her skin as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her body until he reached the seam of her sex. Nuzzling his face between her legs, he inhaled her deeply.
Noelle’s fingers were in his hair as she urged him on. She’d let him have this moment and then she’d care for his injuries. Yes, that sounded like a plan, especially to her desire-fogged mind. She’d thought him insane for a moment, but she’d been the crazy one all along.
At least he had the excuse of the drug, but what reason didshehave? None, save for this madness that had festered in her blood for so long—this insanity that threatened to destroy her if her longing wasn’t appeased. And there was only one cure for it.
Him. Always him.
Raf. Her Raf. Past, present, and future. The only man she’d ever want; the only one she’d ever love.
