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“Please?”
I’m a fucking goner. I’ll give her anything she wants when she looks at me like that.
I find myself nodding before I’ve even consciously made a decision. “A tour. That’s all.”
“If you say so,” she says with a sultry smile, the minx.
I lead Angelica through the dimly lit corridors of the club, her presence beside me causing a stir of jealousy and admiration from onlookers. As we pass by the dance floor, the music pounds in my chest, matching the erratic beat of my heart. I can feel Angelica’s gaze burning into me, her hand brushing against mine sending shivers down my spine.
She leans in close, her breath warm against my neck as she whispers, “I know you didn’t come here for me tonight, but I can’t help but hope that maybe...just maybe...you’ll be leaving with me?”
Her words hang in the air between us, heavy with unspoken longing and desire. I stop in my tracks, turning to face her as our eyes lock in a silent exchange of emotions. All the walls I’ve built around my heart come crashing down.
Without a word, I take her face in my hands and press my lips to hers in a searing kiss that ignites a blaze within me. The world falls away as we lose ourselves in each other, the past grievances and misunderstandings fading into oblivion.
As we break apart, breathless and clinging to each other, I know that this is where I’m meant to be – with Angelica by my side. And as we continue our private tour of the club, hand in hand, I realise that sometimes love has a way of finding its path back to where it truly belongs.
Eventually we find a private room that Angelica likes the look of, and she closes the door behind us as we step inside. The sound of the lock turning tells me all I need to know. My beautiful dark-haired angel is impatient.
She pushes me against the wall, her breath hot on my neck, her lips trailing down my chest, her hands slowly undressing me.
I let out a soft groan, my hands tangling in her hair as she nuzzles her face against my skin. Her touch is electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I know I can’t resist.
“Are you sure about this, Angelica?” I whisper hoarsely, praying she says yes because I’m so spellbound by her, I don’t want to stop.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire and something else – a depth and sincerity that takes my breath away. “I want this more than anything, Lycus.”
With that, she pushes me onto the nearby couch, her lips devouring mine in a kiss that leaves me reeling. I can’t deny it any longer – I’m falling for her all over again, deeper and harder than I ever thought possible.
She pulls away, her eyes fierce and unwavering as she meets my gaze.
“Let’s do this, Lycus. Let’s make tonight our night.”
I nod, swallowing hard and needing to take a moment to find my voice.
“Stand up, Angel,” I tell her firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.
She complies, her chest heaving as she scrambles to her feet. I drink her in greedily. It’s been months since I even laid eyes on her and she’s even more beautiful than I remembered.
As Angelica glances up at me, her eyes filled with anticipation and desire, I can see shades of the woman I once knew and didn’t know. The woman who was a part of my life for so long, yet seemed to slip away in the blink of an eye.
She is the woman who once taught me the meaning of love and passion, and I am left with no choice but to follow her lead.
I take her hand, guiding her to the middle of the room, and begin to undress her with my eyes, relishing in the sight of her every curve and contour.
The memory of her body against mine, the feel of her skin beneath my hands, it all comes flooding back to me like a tidal wave.
“Is this the dress you wore that night?” I ask.
She smiles. “I don’t get out very often. Not much need for a wardrobe full of dresses I’ll never wear.”
“It’s beautiful. My favourite.”
She chuckles, but her eyes never leave mine as I slowly remove her clothing, baring her to my gaze, and then to my touch. The golden harness encasing her body, like a submissively wrapped offering to me, makes my mouth water and all the blood flow to my dick.
Fuck. Who was she thinking of when she decided to wear this, and how should I kill him?
The silence in the room is heavy with the weight of our desires, and the tension between us is building like a storm. Our hearts race in unison, matching the rhythm and intensity of our breathing.
