This was it.
His words_dark, deliberate_his voice, rich as velvet, each note soaked in seduction... it took my breath away. The air between us became electric, every nerve firing at once.
But even with my pulse roaring in my ears, I hadn't forgotten why I came here tonight.
To let go.
To experience all the things that a young woman like me desired.
I wasn't mentally naive. I had spent years secretly feeding on romance novels, consuming every stolen kiss and whispered moan between fictional lovers. Social media hadn't sheltered me either_I knew how the world worked. I had imagined what it would feel like_to be kissed, to be held, to be touched, to surrender to the slow burn of desire.
But now, standing inches away from a very real man, one so utterly male, utterly confident, those fantasies began to tremble.
His gaze pinned me in place, heavy and intoxicating.
His body_tall, broad, lean_moved with power.
He was the embodiment of a man who had always had it all… and tonight, I was going to let him have me.
"I am also wondering about the same thing," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. It was breathy, shaky_ inviting.
The words fell from my lips like an open door.
And he stepped right through it.
His arm curled around my waist with a smooth, decisive pull, drawing me flush against him. His body was all heat and muscle, fitting against mine in a way that felt both foreign and fated. There was no hesitation in his movements, no second-guessing_only the certainty of a man who always got what he wanted.
As his lips lowered toward mine, my heart nearly escaped my chest. I closed my eyes, breath stalling, my hands trembling as they hovered near his chest.
Then_ his mouth brushed against mine.
His lips were warm, full, and surprisingly gentle _like he was letting me get used to the sensation. The kiss was brief, just enough to make my knees weaken, to spark something hot and dizzy in my belly.
He pulled back slightly, just enough for his dark gaze to catch mine.
"Are you new to this" His thumb brushed my jaw, featherlight.
My breath caught.Of course he would notice. Of course someone like him could read every nervous tremor in my body, every uncertain flicker in my gaze.
With all the boldness I had left, I nodded. "Yes."
Then, swallowing down the knot in my throat, I added softly_ "I want you to teach me all there is for me to know."
For a moment, his expression shifted _something primal flared in his eyes, something that made my toes curl before he even touched me again.
A crooked smirk tugged at his lips. "With pleasure."
His gaze flicked past me toward the club, the muffled throb of music still buzzing in the background like a heartbeat. But none of that existed now. Nothing beyond the two of us. His hand at my waist tightened, fingers splaying over my spine as he dipped his head back toward mine.
This time_he didn't wait.
His lips captured mine in a kiss that started slow… deliberate. His mouth moved over mine, coaxing, teasing_a gentle invitation to open up for him. His thumb traced along my jaw, tilting my chin slightly as his lips slanted deeper, molding perfectly against mine.
His other hand slid up the curve of my back, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck. His thumb stroked my skin there_soothing_ before his teeth caught my bottom lip with a slow, playful tug that made me gasp.
And the moment my lips parted_he took control.
His tongue swept against mine, slow at first, tasting, savoring. Then deeper_ demanding, commanding. He kissed me like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. Like he was exploring every inch of my mouth, every reaction I had to the way his tongue tangled with mine, the way his lips pressed harder, hungrier, until all I could do was cling to his shirt, fingers curling in the fabric as my legs weakened.
Heat curled low in my belly.
A wildfire.
My skin burned everywhere we touched_my waist, my back, my neck, my mouth.
When he finally broke the kiss, his mouth hovered over mine, both of us breathless. His thumb swept over my kiss-swollen bottom lip as his gaze darkened even more, filled with something dangerously close to hunger.
"You taste too sweet for your own good" he murmured, his voice husky,
My head spun. My chest heaved. I wasn't even sure my feet still touched the ground.
His breath skimmed against my ear, his lips barely grazing my skin as his voice dropped into something so deep, so dark, it felt like silk dragging over bare flesh.
"I so badly want you. Do you want me?"
The words were simple_dangerously simple_but the way he said them… like a promise, like a claim… it sent a violent shudder through my entire body.
A sharp inhale slipped past my lips, but I didn't flinch.
I didn't pull back.
Because I wanted this. God, I wanted this.
I turned my face toward his, lifting my chin just slightly, meeting the fire in his gaze with the smallest, breathless whisper.
"I want you just as badly as you."
That was all it took.
His hand slid into mine, firm, possessive, as though staking a claim he refused to let go of. Without a word, he turned, leading me away from the balcony, weaving through the private VIP corridor, past heavy curtains and dim golden light.
The hallway opened into a private room_low-lit, elegant, secluded. A wide couch pressed against the wall, a bed at the centre, and a long floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. But I barely had time to register the details before_
My back hit the wall.
Not harshly, but enough to make my breath hitch, enough for the thrum in my veins to spike like a shot of adrenaline. His hand braced against the wall beside my head, the other curling around my jaw as his lips crushed down on mine.
This wasn't like the kiss on the balcony.
This was hungry. Ferocious. Starved.
His mouth devoured mine, tongue sweeping past my lips, claiming every corner like it belonged to him. His teeth grazed my bottom lip before he bit into it, enough to make me gasp, enough to make something wicked spark low in my belly.
His hand slid from my jaw, trailing down my throat_slow, deliberate, possessive. Fingers splayed against my collarbone before dipping lower, tracing the line of my sternum, the curve of my waist. His touch was both fire and silk, branding and soothing in equal measure.
And I let him.
I didn't just let him_I leaned into it.
My fingers tangled in his silky black hair, tugging as I tried to breathe, tried to keep up, but I was already drowning in the way his lips moved against mine, how his tongue tangled with mine, how every brush of his mouth pulled another whimper from my throat.
His hands roamed_down my sides, over my hips, gripping, squeezing like he was memorizing every inch of me through my dress. His palm slid over my thigh, fingers pressing just enough to make my knees buckle, my pulse hammer violently between my legs.
I'd never felt anything like this.
It was chaos. Pure, beautiful chaos.
A rush of sensations tangled together_his scent, dark spice and crisp citrus, filling my lungs; his breath, hot against my mouth; his hands, mapping my curves as if they were his to own.
His lips left mine only to trail kisses along my jaw, down the column of my throat, pressing open-mouthed, desperate kisses that left heat blooming across my skin. His teeth grazed my neck, not quite biting, but close enough to send lightning shooting down my spine.
His hands gripped my hips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my dress, dragging it higher as his lips crashed back to mine. He kissed me deeper this time, rougher, pulling a soft, desperate moan from my lips as my hands roamed his shoulders, the solid planes of muscle beneath his shirt driving me insane.
His knee nudged between mine, spreading my legs slightly, pressing against the heat growing there, and the friction made me gasp_sharp in need.
I felt my entire body come alive_an ache settling between my thighs, throbbing in rhythm with every beat of my frantic heart. The way he kissed, the way he touched_it wasn't careful. It wasn't sweet. It was hunger. It was claim. It was dominance wrapped in desire.
And the worst part was that I didn't want him to stop. Not for anything.
His hands trailed up_over my thighs, skimming my hips, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts through the fabric of my dress, teasing, testing, before he cupped them fully, squeezing in a way that made me arch into him without even thinking.
"God…" His mouth left mine just long enough to growl against my throat, "...you're driving me fucking insane."
I trembled, clutching the front of his shirt, I was too aroused to even form a single sentence in my mouth.
When he pulled away a little, words came out of my mouth, and even i could not believe that I was the one to say them.
"Please don't stop."
A smirk formed on his lips before he responded. "It would be too late for me to stop."