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The soft click of the bedroom door shutting was the last clear sound Rafayel registered. Then the scent hit him—a dense, honeyed sweetness that wrapped around his senses and pulled the floor from under him. His vision blurred at the edges, tunneling until it found you, standing frozen by the vanity, a delicate perfume bottle held loosely in your hand. Your expression was one of pure, innocent confusion, completely oblivious to the inferno you'd just lit inside him. He didn't think. His body moved on instinct, covering the space between you in three long, urgent strides. His hands found the curve of your hips, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you against him, burying his face in the warm hollow of your neck. He drew a deep, shuddering breath. "You could have just said you wan…