When We Dance

Her magnetism ignited by the emotions dormant in her heart. The contradictions and the unending fight between her needs and intellectual longings. The feud between her brain and flesh. The right and wrong.

Although there is no wrong.

Everything feels right in the moment––especially her head going down on me––and I intend to hold on to that feeling before everything goes down in flames and nothing remains in our wake.

It’s all or nothing. And for me, it’s always everything.

I shift in my seat, barely crushing my impulse to thrust into her mouth, and only open my legs a little more to relieve some of the pressure.

Her hand slides lower as she strokes my balls, driving me insane. I arch in my seat, push my hips up, and slant my gaze down, taking her in.

Her bare back, the dip of her waist, the swell of her butt.

Her scent enters my nostrils, and I only harden more. I need an entire night with this woman to barely quench my hunger.

This sort of teasing only gets the beast in me to roar louder.

My need to pound into her only grows as I suck in a labored breath and hold it for as long as I can, my hand going through her hair.

Her mane slides over my touch, luscious, silky, trying to escape my grip.

I imagine ripping her dress open and biting the skin on her back, her shoulders, her chest, and her lips. I want to lick her juices so badly and get drunk on her wet pussy, and the perfume spritzed between her knees.

She’s my poison, and she comes with strings attached. With hard rules drawn out in clear terms, so we faithfully abide by them.

No feelings. Yeah… No feelings at the surface. Feelings can live inside if they stay a secret.

And they sure will.

I want this thing with her for as long as it lasts.

And there will be more than secrets between Raven and me. There will be traps. And twists. And truths we won’t like.

And we will dance this fucking dance until it destroys us.

We’ve got one chance, and I’m not the man to waste it.

“Francisco…”

Her voice pleads with me.

Splaying my fingers over her back, I move my hand under her chest and stroke her tits.

“Come, baby… We’re going back,” I say, flicking her hard nipples before reaching to her folds, moving my fingers over her clit, and lowering them to her entrance.

Her dress is open and bunched up around her waist, and she’s dripping wet, the tension in her body begging to be released.

“Back…” she murmurs, completely zoned out before putting her mouth on me again.

And this is it.

This is the second time it has happened.

The first time was in Alejandro’s room. She came to me with a wild glint in her eyes.

They couldn’t see it, but I could grasp it for as long as I had an ounce of self-awareness in me. After that, I was disconnected from reality like her.

I saw the ferocious need in Kai’s eyes and the raw lust in Alejandro’s gaze. It was hard for them to watch. That, in particular, was difficult to watch.