Beautiful Seduction

“No one is going to push me out.” My defiance was overcompensating, my legs shaking.

Then I felt him, his presence skimming over me like a warm blanket tickling my senses.

“Uh-oh,” Sara huffed again.

My heart in my throat, I turned around, overwhelmed by the sense of his being, the way he held my gaze as if he’d caught me in a web of deceit. The few seconds his eyes pierced mine were a subtle, daunting reminder that he’d managed to capture and own a part of me. And that he’d awakened the darkness and need I’d shoved aside, fearful of allowing my desires to overwhelm my fears.

He remained quiet, but his expression spoke of the delicious passion we’d shared, the intimacy that few people ever had the pleasure of experiencing. When he lifted his arm, another wave of vibrations skittered through me, leaving me aching and breathless, incapable of shoving him away even though the consequences of allowing even a single touch could prove to be damning.

As he brushed the rough pad of a single finger down my cheek, I was lightheaded, fearful my body was swaying. I could feel his hot breath even from the few inches that parted our heated bodies. The same all-consuming sensations coursed through me, another tether that wouldn’t end well.

Then he took my hand, leading me away from the table and into the middle of the dancefloor. As I’d seen before, the crowd parted, watching our every move as he took purposeful steps, pulling me into his arms. The music was more tribal, a savage reminder of primal needs, an explosion of hunger that couldn’t be refused. As we started to dance, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, unable to read his expression. Maybe I didn’t want to, Trinity’s words remaining in the forefront of my mind.

Had I become his possession, a creature he would never allow free from a cage? We moved around the floor in time to the music, swept away by the savagery of the beat, the lights pulsing underneath our feet. It no longer mattered there was anyone else in the club, eyes constantly observing our actions.

Valentin cupped my jaw, his hold dominating and as he brushed his thumb back and forth across my lips, I fell into the moment, lost in his prowess. As he lowered his head, I tilted mine, hungering for the touch of his lips, the crush of his mouth. He was in full control, enjoying the moment as his grip remained firm.

I was going nowhere.

He slid his other arm around my waist, yanking me closer until the heat became explosive, his cock pressing against my stomach. Then he finally captured my mouth, taking his time to invade my lips, tasting them. Consuming them. When he slipped his tongue inside, I yielded to him, wrapping my arm around his neck and tangling my fingers in his hair. The taste of him was enigmatic, the hint of bourbon infused with the raw scent of his masculinity.

There was no denying our connection, electricity soaring through every cell and muscle. As I clung to him, the kiss more intimate than before, he consumed my mouth, devouring my tongue. I kept my eyes open for fear he’d disappear. He turned several times, the rush of heat from his body becoming explosive, the feel of him dazzling my senses. Pushing him away wasn’t possible, unacceptable in his world.

When he broke the kiss, he shifted his lips to my neck, nipping my ear. There were no words spoken, none needed. Only second later, he pushed me against a hard surface, grinding his hips back and forth. I bent one knee, pressing it against his thigh, so wet and hot that my skin shimmered from perspiration, my heart hammering against my chest.

Every action he made was deliberate, sliding his hand down my arm to my hip, drawing the material of the dress he’d purchased into his fingers. The second I felt his fingertips easing between my legs, I moaned, shaking from the condemnation that I’d experience later. He rubbed my panties, pressing the lacy material into my swollen folds. The touch became more insistent, his fingers rolling up and down until I was tossed onto a precipice.

My vision foggy, I clung to his shoulders, heat coursing through me, embarrassed by my carnal needs. There was no stopping the man, his fingers yanking on the material until he was able to slide his fingers inside.

“Oh. Oh…” The sound was ragged, echoing into my ears. No longer able to see clearly, the lights pulsing, the music thumping into my chest, I felt the freefall of my needs, a climax ripping through me.

He pumped a single finger inside, shifting the angle until he found my G-spot. I was mortified yet so alive, tingling from the filthy moment. He rubbed his lips across my cheek and jaw, adding a second finger, thrusting until a single climax pushed into a beautiful wave. Panting, I blinked several times, the rush of sensations so intense I could no longer feel my legs. I wanted to feel his cock buried deep inside. I craved his forcefulness, his predatory nature as he consumed me.

The moment seemed to last forever, pushing me to an out of body experience. Only when I stopped shaking did he shift his head, his breathing as scattered as mine. When he lifted his hand, I dragged my tongue across my lips, unable to stop trembling. He brushed his fingers across the seam of my mouth, his silent command requiring obedience.

I opened my mouth, accepting his fingers, the sweetness of my cum assaulting my senses. As I licked them clean, he took several deep breaths, his chiseled jaw clenched as if determining what he was going to do with me.

He pushed his hips against me, the hard ridge of his cock throbbing. As he rubbed his fingers around my lips, he kept his head low, nipping my earlobe. Then he grabbed my hand, dragging me behind him, pushing his way through the crowd.

I was breathless, excitement surging through me. Being with him was exhilarating, pulling me into a wondrous frenzy. All the fear I’d had was pushed aside, all the anxiety of if I was doing the right thing shut out of my mind.

I’d never felt so alive before, incapable of embracing the concerns of my family or friends. They didn’t know him, the other side.

The wondrous side.

He pulled me into the men’s room, growling at the two others inside. “Get out.”

There was no hesitation, the clubbers leaving without saying a word, refusing to make eye contact. They knew him and what he was capable of. That only added to the intensity of the excitement.

He issued a primal growl, shoving me hard against the wall, planting his hands on either side of me. “I’m going to fuck you, Cassidy.” He made the statement as if I would dare say no.

There was no wait for my reply, no stopping the powerful man.

Not that I wanted to.

I was electrified by his presence, his carnal needs exactly like my own. He eased his fingers down my face to my neck, pulling one side of my dress down my arm, exposing my breast. “So fucking beautiful. I can’t keep my hands off you.” His growl permeated the space, echoing in my ears.

When he pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, my pussy quivered, the rush of current jetting through every cell and muscle. The expression on his face was barbaric, a possessive man taking what belonged to him. When his upper lip curled, he lifted his head enough to stare into my eyes, twisting the tender bud until I issued several strangled moans.